Amelia
Bell X1 Lyrics

I'd say life's a different story when you're facing certain death
Life seems different when you know you're going to die soon.

I wonder did they kick back when they knew the game was up
Did they relax when they realized they were going to die?

Static on the radio ain't no soundtrack for this end
Hearing static on the radio isn't the kind of music you want to hear when things are ending.

Stick on a bit of agner and we'll go down
Let's play some loud music while we're dying.

Let see if we skim
Let's try to survive by just barely touching the water.

Maybe there's no time, for grand exits and pause
There might not be time for goodbyes or dramatic exits.

Twistin our propellers, dropping at the froth
Our plane is falling apart and we're heading towards the ocean waves.

And as she turned to Fred she saw the fear in his eyes
She noticed that Fred was scared when she looked at him.

And whatever was between them, was heavy in the last word he said
There was a lot of emotion in the last thing Fred said to her.

Or maybe they went on to grow oranges and pears
Perhaps they lived happily ever after, living off the land and growing fruit.

On their own island, Amelia and Fred
They could have lived together on a deserted island.

She'd dance for him in the evenings as the red sun fell
She would dance for him as the sun went down.

He'd sit there smiling up at her thinking this is just swell
He would watch her dance with a smile on his face.

Take me
This might be a plea for salvation or deliverance.

Some say she resurfaced as a Tokyo rose
There is a theory that she was able to survive and ended up broadcasting propaganda for the Japanese government.

Talking on the radio, telling sweet lies
She could have been broadcasting messages of false hope over the radio.

But remember when the farmer asked have you flown far
When asked about her flight, she just smiled and gave a vague answer.

She just smiled back at him and said 'I've come, from America'
She didn't give a direct answer, but hinted that she had come a long way from America.

Time has cast its shadow, the story lost its legs
As time passes, the story becomes less and less believable.

Our favorite missing person, still rears her head
The story of Amelia Earhart is still a popular mystery.

Not on the milk cartons, just some bones on a beach
There have been no recent references to her disappearance, except maybe for bones found on a beach.

That just might be a tall white girl called Amelia
Those bones could belong to a tall, white woman named Amelia.

It's just like flying
This could be a reference to how life is like flying or how life is just as unpredictable and dangerous as flying.

It's just like flying
This line is repeated to emphasize the comparison between flying and life.

It's just like flying
This line is repeated again to drive home the metaphor of flying and how it relates to life.

It's just like flying
The final line is a powerful conclusion to the song and ties all the themes together.