So jet trail, and it's alright
You're flying through the blue sky
Over the heads of the pretty people passing me by
You move thin bone
You're trying to get to prisoned on a crowded street
There's a girl on the street, she's looking down
She could haunt me
She could lead me
I'm caught up completely, honey
And sadness ain't my sin
I'm 5 miles too high
I could be landing at Heathrow
Catching the train back home to where I don't know
I'm 5 miles too far
I'm running out of fuel
On a pavement click yeah I need some sugar in my blood
Well London is home then
I'm drowning in concrete
The buildings are moving, honey
The sadness is so sweet
But it's all so fucking great
In the choices that I take
And my memories that I fake
And if anyone, wants to know….
Well just how far anyone should ever go!