London Thunder

I'm on the red eye flight to nowhere good
How about you?
I've been in the air for hours
Meteor showers by the pool
So one last drink for summer
Always leaving, never you
Come back to London Thunder,
The sounds of sorrow in my room
Yeah

And now the tables turned, it's over
And with my fingers burned, I start anew
And now I've come back down, I'm older
I look for something else to hold on to

There is no way to realign upholster skin, I take back every line
Lost my mind in San Francisco
The worn out disco when tempers cooled
There is no water
There is no sound
Will you come around?
Will you come around?
There is no space
There is no time
Where'd you draw the line?

And now the table's turned, it's over
And with my fingers burned, I start anew
And now I've come back down, I'm older
I look for something else to hold on to

I'm on the red eye flight to nowhere good
How 'bout you?