I'm on the red eye fly to nowhere good,
How about you?
I've been in the air for hours,
Meteor showers by the pool
So one last drink for summer
Always leaving never you
Come back to London thunder,
The sound of sirens in my room, yeah
And now the tables turn, it's over
And with my fingers burned I start a new
And now i've come back down, I'm older
I look for something else to hold on to
There is no way to realign,
The post of skin I take back every line
Lost my mind in San Fransisco,
The worn out disco when tempers cooled
There is no water, there is no sound
Will you come around? Will you come around?
There is no space, there is not time
Where'd you draw the line?
And now the tables turn, it's over
And with my fingers burned I start a new
And now i've come back down, I'm older
I look for something else to hold on to
I'm on the red eye fly to nowhere good,
How about you?
compositores: JAMES SMITH, WALTER JAMES MORRISON GERVERS, YANNIS BARNABAS EMANUEL PHILIPPAKIS, JACK WILLIAM BEVAN, JAMES FORD
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