About Leaving (Intro)

In ten months I'll have to leave and fly above you so

As the isles recede I'll ditch the aisles go down the row

Memories of london, face pressed to a plane window

Rehearse the words I'll say when we depart I hope I'll know

How to say goodbye to my old friends that were once so new

So I must leave some trace of love to mark this place as my own

To mark this place as my own