slouch down in my puke-orange chair and sigh
the air is full of nerves and human cells
beside me sits some awkward girl who lies
fell half in love within the airport longue
captain says no smoking
if we crash (?)
from some proposterous amount af meters high
the lavatory has smoke alarms and lukewarm water
and i can see the clouds outside stretched out to nowhere
(?) textured easily

so aimless for so long i think i might have lost my way
its far too late to talk about tomorrow
these are things i feel, and things i think, and try to say
still waiting for the morning, i'm still waiting for today

we'll try to make you see there is no way
attempts at comprehension always miss
she lays her body and tries to say, she tries to say, she tries to say
there is no answer to a kiss

these people make me angry
what is yours and what is mine
talk of shopping, pure white noise, abide by every don't-walk sign
dinner at the resturant, so, isn't very nice
nineteen dollars and fifty cents for some tasteless chicken and wild rice

so aimless for so long i think i might have lost my way
its far too late to talk about tomorrow
these are things i feel, and things i think, and try to say
still waiting for the morning, i'm still waiting for today

so aimless for so long i think i might have lost my way
its far too late to talk about tomorrow
these are things i feel, and things i think, and try to say
still waiting for the morning, i'm still waiting for today