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