Airport Cafe

An old couple at the airport food café they like I'm terrified and warm at the exact same time There's so many days in those fragile cups of coffee They hold in their hands what he will never have from me

A small purple bag in a colour she used to hate Before realizing it reminded her of lavender and grapes And in the end, it's just a colour and such thoughts are just a waste Because that shade now resides in the under eyes of her face

Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh

He watches her ponder on her long favourite purse The way she observes the fuss with a smile so good it hurts He wears a slim gold chain, he's not quite sure where he got He's just worn it his whole life and thinks it's better on than off

And there's no flight they're catching any time soon They just enjoy observing life on their odd little afternoons And I enjoy watching them, but sometimes it gets me in a mood Because with all your light, I could never dim you

I'd never want to I'd never want to I'd never want to I'd never want to

Want a piece of your burning hands for take-off And wondering all the beautiful things I know you're made of