Bright Eyes: Bottom of everything

So there was this woman, and she was on an airplaneAnd she's flying to meet her fianceSailing above the largest ocean on planet earthAnd she was seated next to this man who, you know, she had tried to start a conversationOnly the only thing she had heard him say was just the words is bloody maryAnd she was sitting there and she was reading this really arduous magazine articleAbout a third world country that she couldn't even pronounce the name of itShe's feeling very bored and very dispondentAnd then suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and one of the engined gave outAnd they just started falling thirty-thousand feetThe pilot's on the microphone and he's saying"i'm sorry, i'm sorry. oh my god. i'm sorry" and apologizingAnd she looks at the man and says, she says "where are we going?"And he looks at her and he says "we're going to a party. it's a birthday party. it's your birthday. happy birthday darlin'. we love you very very very very very very very much."And then he starts humming this little tune and it kinda goes like thisIt kinda goes, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4.We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the webWe must rip out all the epilogues from the books that we have readAnd in the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chairWe must stare, we must stare, we must stareWe must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sellSet fire to the preacher who is promising us hellAnd in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn't dreamWe must sing, we must sing, we must sing(it'll go like this, alright)While my mother waters plants, my father loads his gunHe says death will give us back to godJust like the setting sun is returned to the lonesome ocean(and then they splashed into the deep blue seaOh it was a wonderful splash)We must blend into the choir; sing ecstatic with the wholeWe must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soulAnd in this endless race from property and privilege to be wonWe must run, we must run, we must runWe must hang up in the belfry where the bats in moonlight laughWe must stare into a crystal ball and only see the pastAnd in the caverns of tomorrow with just our flashlights and our loveWe must plunge, we must plunge, we must plungeAnd then we'll get down there...you know way down to the very bottom of everything and we'll see itOh we'll see it we'll see itAll my morning is coming backThe whole world is waking upWith the city buses swimming pastI'm happy just becauseI've found out i am really no one