Foals
London Thunder
I'm on the red eye fly 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 sound of sorrows in my room, yeah
And now the tables turn, it's over
And with my fingers burned I start a new
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, Up holster skin I take back every line
Lost my mind in San Francisco
Worn out disco and temper's cool
There is no water, there is no sound
Will you come around? Will you come around?
There is no space, there is not time
Where'd you draw the line?
And now the tables turn, it's over
And with my fingers burned I start a new
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 fly to nowhere good, how about you?
From Letras Mania