Disorientation // Lyrics // Hospital Music
Metal Airplanes

On a plane, somewhere over the sea
above the rain, the bottle sets me free
I turn to stone, fall back in my seat
the cuts are gone but somehow I'm still bleeding

You know it's true
there's nothing I can do about you

Move to France
La Rochelle or Nice
get a house
pretend to live in peace
paint the walls
a blackout of your face
stalk the halls
then move into the basement

You know it's true
there's nothing I can do
pick a fight, it's just you being right
walk away, there's nothing I can say
you know it's true
there's nothing I can do about you

So don't you mind the gap when you leave
there'll be time enough to turn tail tomorrow

Broken up like a tanker on the rocks
not room for much
I'm like the Cubs against the Sox
on a plane, somewhere over the sea
I fall asleep convinced that I ain't breathing

You know it's true
there's nothing I can do
pick a fight, it's just you being right
walk away, there's nothing I can say
you know it's true
there's nothing I can do about you

So don't you mind the gap when you leave
there'll be time enough to turn tail tomorrow