Wide eyed.
Knee deep in surprise.
Just below your thighs the temperature drops 5 degrees.
Your stand-by 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.
I lost it all
I lost it all
Burned out on 2 hours of shut-eye.
Eyes glazed at the thought of the next 8 hours.
Headwind cold rain to wake me.
You were the last good thing I ever saw.