Sad Night At The Airfield
There are no ground staff in the empty corridors
Is no one sleeping?
No one awake?
I'd start an engine in the night
If only just to break the silence
That last intake of air
The clouds in the night as we breathe
Too late for even the night reigns to me
We can wait for dawn
To carry on
Then we can fly from here
I want to be the one
Who always gives you shelter
Finds you waiting
Keep you warm
I want to be the one
Who's always there beside you
But we both must
Face the dawn alone
So cruel like the world that we leave
Too late for even the night reigns to me
We can wait for dawn
To carry on
Then we can fly from here
Only ghosts are in the empty corridors
They're all strangers
Never cared
I know that from some other life
When things were different
And we both were in the end
Turn yourself around (turn yourself around)
Turn your life around (turn your life around)
Turn your world around (turn your world around)
Turn this ship around (turn this ship around)
So turn your wheel around
I watch the sky
All defenses down
I watch the sky
I watch the sky
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