All the time
Coming down is all I see
Cold day in November
It was 1983
Wait for days
lying on the airport seat
holding on to your image
for as long as I could keep
Coming down
Sky around
Tumble down
Bring us home
Along the ground
Send love to mom
Take my place
Failure to
See the many traps around
the light of just one person
one lapse and then you're gone
Always I
Can't feel the first impact
we hold onto your fear
And take your pain away
Wait for days
lying on the airport seat
holding on to your image
for as long as I could keep
Coming down
Sky around
Tumble down
Bring us home
Along the ground
Send love to mom
Take my place
Make it safe