Recycled Air

The sea reflects the winter sun, like green leather Recycled air, the slow descent from high heaven The brief escape was not enough to shake the cold Got on a plane and left her there But I can hear her calling out to me Across the sea I know her name, I know her face And she is dying to get out of me But now I know I'm not alone, I know better The isolation that I felt is no better A brief escape was not enough to break the mould Got on a plane but I stayed there But I can hear her calling out to me Across the sea I know her name, I know her face And she is dying to get out of me But I can hear her calling out to me Across the sea I know her name, I know her face And she is dying to get out, dying to get out of me 3000 words rattle round my mind I lack the skill to deliver them You've got me feeling like the guest of honour At my own funeral, my own funeral I couldn't say a word You took it in turns to be heard While I crawled back inside But I can hear her calling out to me Across the sea I know her name, I know her face And she is dying to get out, dying to get out of me