London Thunder

I'm on the red-eye flight to nowhere good
How about you?
I've been in the air for hours
Meteor showers by the pool

So one last drink for summer
Always leaving, never you

Come back to London thunder
The sound of sorrows in my room

And now the tables turn, it's over
And with my fingers burned I start anew
And now I've come back down, I'm older
I look for something else to hold on to

There is no way to realign
Upholster skin I take back every line

Lost my mind in San Francisco
The worn out disco when tempers cooled

There is no water, there is no sound
Will you come around? Will you come around?
There is no space, there is no time
Where'd you draw the line?

And now the tables turn, it's over
And with my fingers burned I started anew
And now I've come back down, I'm older
I look for something else to hold on to

I'm on the red-eye flight to nowhere, good
How about you?