Besedila: Single File. Common Struggles. Airports.

Three years is a long long time to fly standby
And pillow talk from a cellular phone isn?t healthy
And neither am I.

I read your reply
From your hand scribbled rose to your heartfelt goodbye
So please destroy the letters you saved with the flowers I sent to you pressed between pages of lies
Your scrapbook is open for service, but please be a sweetheart and see that our pages are white.

But one thing is certain, the sun will rise, and I will keep flying.
I?ll fold my arms and stare to the ceiling and wonder,
How is the weather there?

I read your reply
From your hand scribbled rose to your heartfelt goodbye
I read your reply, and failed to believe the words don?t deceive me.
So please destroy the letters you saved
with the flowers I sent to you pressed between pages of lies
Your scrapbook is open for service,
so please be a sweetheart and see that our pages are white.

Airports (airports) aren?t the way they once were
No more waiting through tall windows for her return
I?ll turn up, I?ll turn up, I?ll turn up the sound of loneliness

So please destroy the letters you saved
with the flowers I sent to you pressed between pages of lies
Your scrapbook is open for service,
so please be a sweetheart and see that our pages

So please destroy the letters you saved
with the flowers I sent to you pressed between pages of lies
Your scrapbook is open for service,
so please be a sweetheart and see that our pages are white

(Thanks to mikey for these lyrics)