Metal Airplanes

On a plane, somewhere over the sea
Above the rain, the bottle sets me free
I turn to stone
Fall back in my seat
The cuts are gone
But somehow I´m still bleeding

You know it´s true
There´s nothing I can do
You know it´s true
There´s nothing I can do about you

Move to France, La Rochelle or Nice
Get a house, pretend to live in peace
Paint the walls, a black out of your face
Stalk the halls
And move into the basement

You know it´s true
There´s nothing I can do
Pick a fight, it´s just you being right
Walk away
There´s nothing I can say
You know it´s true
There´s nothing I can do about you

So don´t you mind the gap when you leave
There´ll be time enough to turn tail tomorrow
Don´t you mind the gap when you leave

Broken up
Like a tanker on the rocks
Not made of much
I´m like the Cubs against the Sox
On a plane, somewhere over the sea
I fall asleep, convinced that I ain´t breathing

You know it´s true
There´s nothing I can do
Pick a fight, it´s just you being right
Walk away
There´s nothing I can say
You know it´s true
There´s nothing I can do about you

So don´t you mind the gap when you leave
There´ll be time enough to turn tail tomorrow

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