Recycled Air

The sea reflects the winter sun
Like grey leather
Recycled at the slow descent
From my heaven

A brief escape was not enough to shake the cold
Got on a plane and left her there

But I can hear her calling out to me
Across the sea
I know her name, I know her face
And she is dying to get out of me

But now I know I'm not alone
I know better
The isolation that I felt
Is no better

A brief escape was not enough to break the mold
Got on a plane but I stayed there

But I can hear her calling out to me
Across the sea
I know her name, I know her face
And she is dying to get out of me
But I can hear her calling out to me
Across the sea
I know her name, I know her face
And she is dying to get out
Dying to get out of me

Twenty thousand words run around my mind
I lack the skill to deliver them
You've got me feeling like the guest of honor at
My own funeral, my own funeral
I can't see the way
You took it in turns to be there while I crawled back inside

But I can hear her calling out to me
Across the sea
I know her name, I know her face
And she is dying to get out
Dying to get out of me