Airport Lounge

Slouch down in my puke-orange chair and sigh

The air is full of nerves and human cells

Beside me sits some awkward girl who lies

Fell half in love within the airport lounge

Captain says "No smoking, if we crash try not to die"

Flying some preposterous amount of meters high

The lavatory has smoke alarms and lukewarm water and I can see

The clouds outside stretched out to nowhere, ribbed and textured easily

So aimless for so long I think I might have lost my way

It's far too late to talk about tomorrow

These are things I feel and things I think and try to say

Still waiting for the morning, I'm still waiting for today

We'll try to make you see there is no way

Attempts at comprehension always miss

She lays her body down and tries to say, she tries to say, she tries to say:

"There is no answer to a kiss"

These people make me angry, what is your's and what is mine

Talk of shopping, pure white noise, abide by every "Don't Walk" sign

Dinner at the restaurant so isn't very nice

Nineteen dollars and fifty cents for some tasteless chicken and wild rice

So aimless for so long I think I might have lost my way

It's far too late to talk about tomorrow

These are things I feel and things I think and try to say

Still waiting for the morning, I'm still waiting for today

So aimless for so long I think I might have lost my way

It's far too late to talk about tomorrow

These are things I feel and things I think and try to say

Still waiting for the morning, I'm still waiting for today