I would say
that looking your eyes
i hate that
you spot me a lie
"i've waited
a hell of a while".
And of course you've never
gave me a time.
(...)
What now?
You are not around...
How long am i,
expecting to keep it down?
And of course i am gonna
think of you every night
But there's no reason
to pretend that the bad blood sets, every time.
(...)
I'm looking into the lights as he drives away
so i don't cry this time as he flies away
And i wish for one more chance to see her face
I guess i'll never meet you outside the airport, again.