I'm on the red eye flight to nowhere good
How 'bout you?
I've been in the air for hours
Meteor showers by the pool
So one last drink for summer
Always leaving, never you
Comeback to London, thunder
The sound have sorrowed in my bruise
Ye-yeah
Now the tables turned, it's over
With my fingers' burn I start anew
Now I've come back down, I'm older
I look for something else to hold on to
There's no way to realize
Up holster skin I take back every line
Lost my mind in San Francisco
Worn out disco and temper's cool
There's no water
There's no sound
Will you come around?
Will you come around?
There's no space
There's no time
Where to draw a line?
Now the tables turned, it's over
With my fingers' burn I start anew
Now I've come back down, I'm older
I look for something else to hold on to
I'm on the red eye flight to nowhere good
How 'bout you?