Riff Glitchard

I like the night flights best with the cabin lights out the city below seems as bright as the stars A tapestry of glo-worms in gridlock I look for the landmarks and try not to let myself work out where you are. I might as well be an organ in yr body the damage I do when I do nothing. I might as well be an organ in yr body I'm tied to yr senses I feel when yr muscles tense Throw yr stories into a suitcase count the distance from here to home. And you know, anywhere you find yrself yr never alone. Fly yr flag from the peaks of a mountain sink that suitcase to the bed of the sea And you know, any time you fall to pieces there's a part of me So are you coming tonight? Are you dead or alive?