Canceled flights and empty food courts White-light bulbs at 4am Will be years before our gears line up And round and round again When will you return I'm getting high on my regret It's getting cold outside the show And my shirt is soaked in sweat And the sun's starting to set Friends who disappeared they're still ringing in my ears and The ones who are still here it's like I haven't seen them in years The white light in the photograph it isn't from the flash Please don't let this plane crash I just need one more summer to find my way out of this tunnel One more winter one more life This shaking plane can go down in flames Doesn't matter I'll survive To find my way to your last cigarette and wait here for your light When will you return Gone stale the taste of my regret Just stay young and wait for me I probably won't forget And the suns starting to set