Bruised - Lasse Lindh

I’ve got my things, I’m good to go You met me at the terminal

Just one more plane ride and it’s done

We stood like statues at the gate

Vacation’s come and gone too late

There’s so much sun where I’m from

I had to give it away, had to give you away

And we spent four days on an Island at your family’s old hotel

Sometimes perfection can be It can be perfect hell, perfect…

Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes

That I am not there, I swear I didn’t mean

For it to feel like this

Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised

And don’t fly fast.

Oh, pilot can you help me?

Can you make this last?

This plane is all I got

So keep it steady, now

Cause every inch you see is bruised

I lace my Chucks, I walk the aisle

I take my pills, the babies cry

All I hear is what’s playing through

The in-flight radio

Now every word of every song

I ever heard that made me wanna stay

Is what’s playing through

The in-flight radio, and I And I am, finally waking up Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes

That I am not there, I swear I didn’t mean

For it to feel like this

Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised

Don’t fly fast.

Oh, pilot can you help me?

Can you make this last?

This plane is all I got

So keep it steady, now

Cause every inch you see is bruised, yeah

So read your books, but stay out late

Some nights, some nights, and don’t think

That you can’t stop by the bar

You haven’t shown your face here since the bad news

Well I’m here till close, with fingers crossed

Each night cause your place isn’t far

And hours pass, and hours pass, yeah, yeah…

Yeah, yeah, she still counts the minutes

That I am not there, I swear I didn’t mean

For it to feel like this

Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised

And don’t fly fast.

Oh, pilot can you help me?

Can you make this last?

This plane is all I got

So keep it steady, now

Cause every inch you see is bruised, bruised, bruised