London Thunder (by FOALS)

I'm on the red eye flight to nowhere

Girl, how 'bout you?

I've been in the air for hours

Meteor showers by the pool

So one last drink for summer

Always leaving never you

Come back to London thunder

The sound have sorrowed in my bruise

Now the tables turned, it's over

And with my fingers' burn I start anew

Now I've come back down, I'm older

I look for something else to hold onto

There is no way to realign

Upholster skin I take back every line

Lost my mind in San Francisco

Worn out disco and temper's cool

There is no water

There is no sound

Will you come around?

There is no space

There is no time

Where to draw the line?

Now the tables turned, it's over

And with my fingers' burn I start anew

Now I've come back down, I'm older

I look for something else to hold onto

I'm on the red eye flight to nowhere

Girl, how 'bout you?

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