I'm on the red-eye flight 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 youCome back to London thunder
The sound of sorrow in my room, yeahAnd now the tables turn, it's over
And with my fingers burned I start anew
And now I've come back down, I'm older
I look for something else to hold on toThere is no way to realign
Upholster skin I take back every line
Lost my mind in San Francisco
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 no 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 toI'm on the red-eye flight to nowhere good
How about you?
Songwriters
JACK BEVAN, WALTER GERVERS, YANNIS PHILIPPAKIS, JAMES SMITH, JAMES FORDPublished by
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