Tiltmeter In April Lyrics

You're closer to the sun in a window seat. Eight hundred k's until we meet
and I'll meet you standing still.

A pilot standing by, must have caught your eye. That jet-lagger he's in
disguise he's one of the mil...million.

This clock's gathering dust and I'm not impressed. Fly away to my address
and my turbulent gut. I patiently give up as the final call's announced over
the terminal and I curse back at the sun. And I, and I. And I, and I.

I'm breathing fuel, its chemicals, could start a fire and burn until, I sight your
arrival but I probably never will. You promised you'd be on that flight, least
of all you said you'd write. I guess you couldn't find the time and probably never will, never will.

And I'm sorry if your dreams didn't come true. I'm sorry they were sure you
would board. And I'm sorry that of a million passengers, not one was you.

I'm breathing fuel, its chemicals, could start a fire and burn until I sight your
arrival but I probably never will. You promised you'd be on that flight, least
of all you said you'd write. I guess you couldn't find the time and probably
never will, never will.

I'm sorry if your dreams didn't come true. But I'm sure you will be fine. I'm
sorry they were sure, you would board.