Letras
Wide-eyed, knee-deep in surprise
Just below your thighs the temperature drops five degrees
Your standby flight has just arrived
Tongue-tied, bleeding from your eyes
Even Christ himself would cringe at the sight of your scars
While you're counting sheep, I'll count my lucky stars
You were the last good thing I ever saw
And I lost it all
I lost it all
Burned out on two hours of shut-eye
Eyes glazed at the thought of the next eight hours
Headwind, cold rain to wake me
You were the last good thing I ever saw
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