London Thunder

I'm on the red eye flight to nowhere good How about 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 sounds of sorrow in my room Yeah And now the table's turned, it's over And with my fingers burned, I start anew And now I've come back down, I'm older I look for something else to hold on to There is no way to realign Upholstered skin, I take back every line Lost my mind in San Francisco The worn out disco when tempers cooled There is no water There is no sound Will you come around? Will you come around? There is no space There is no time Where'd you draw the line? And now the table's turned, it's over And with my fingers burned, I start anew And now I've come back down, I'm older I look for something else to hold on to I'm on the red eye flight to nowhere good How 'bout you?