Wide eyed, knee deep in surprise
Just below your thighs the temperature drops five degrees
Your standby flight has just arrived
Tongue-tied, bleeding from your eyes
Even Christ himself would cringe at the sight of your scars
While you’re counting sheep, I’ll count my lucky stars
You were the last good thing I ever saw
And I lost it all
I lost it all
Burned out on two hours of shut eye
Eyes glazed at the thought of the next eight hours
Headwind, cold rain to wake me
You were the last good thing I ever saw