Lyrics
I can see you smiling through the glass
Back at me and all the people
Crooked teeth and shattered dreams
I can see the whites of your eyes glowing dimly like two halos
Growing thinner by the day
Is this what you want
Did you pack your own bag sir
Once we leave the tarmac
There is no turning home
Can you see the darkness fill the window
As it shines like no other
Your reflection in the pane
Is this what you signed for
When the courier rang the bell
Like a ghost or prankster children in the cold
Is this what you want
Did you pack your own bag sir
Once we leave the tarmac
There is no turning home
Written by: Jonathan Fullerton Facka
