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