The letter dropped
You left it lost
Or wouldA note was left
Inside your head
For you
The vacant lot
That marks your spot
Is stillWhere nothing moves
And moments marked
Your will
It keeps coming around…
The empty chair
The shadows there
RemainWith blinds pulled down
And prayers cried out
In vain
The silhouette
That set against
The lightShines where eyes
Can't see beyond
The sky
It keeps coming around...

All night longIn the eye ofA new galaxy

In the morning
Bringing you back homeOn the highway i driveA little bit too slow

Come on look at these planesThey're flying over the rainOver the rain

I stay at home all the dayUnder curfew i feelA little unsteady

But your perfume in the airTakes me far awayOn the roadsAnd over the hills

Come on look at these planesThey're flying over the rainOver the rain