Stina Nordenstam Cqd
Linked to the world by a payphone stuck between galaxies I finally fell in the black hole between your sentences Circling over the airport Beacon confirm our height Is anything wrong, can we go down? But the radio remains quiet It's me and you now and you're not on my side A night for planets, planes and souls to collide They say that light years might go by till they do It takes a desert to meet someone like you Cut me dead, send me out blindfolded Watch me take up the glove This is what I've been trained for