On the plane Geneva - New York

I am stuck in an empty bottle of wine
Yet the life outside seems perfectly green
I am running
I am spinning
I am screaming
I am crying
Dear Devil,
Please let me out
Or take me in

I am stuck in an empty bottle of wine
Yet the sky above looks perfectly blue
I re-read all my books
I re-thought all my thoughts
100 digits of Pi
I computed last night
Dear Devil,
Please let me out
Or take me in

I am stuck in an empty bottle of wine
Yet the bottom below looks perfectly black
I have made up my mind
I am leaving behind
This bottle of wine
As soon as I think of escape
Dear Devil,
Please let me out
Or take me in