London Thunder

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 Yeyeah 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