Safe In Heaven Dead Distress In The Cockpit
i'm on the runway following the jet trails in the sky
with my fingers,the engines echo in the night, the
engines echo all the time.
so i'll wait on the ground, heads up, so you can save me
as good luck.
but i won't miss my flight again. (no, i won't miss my
flight again.)
i was your fly over, a failed rendevous.
i remember landside days, your open skin was so soft
but you've been airside for so long.
you've crossed the jetbridge now, the airfield lights are
burning out.
'our flight was always collision-bound.'
with a fist tightly clenched around a one way ticket,
i'm never coming home again.
my heart is an engine, your lips are the flames.
I will brace,
I embrace.
my heart is an engine, your lips are the flames.
I'm dragged accross the concrete, I call out your name:
'Sweet mayday.'
we could run away, down the runway,
you can leave your landing gear.
we could run away, down the runway,
my wings will take you anywhere.
distress in the cock pit!
with a fist tightly clenched around a one way ticket,
i'm never coming home again.