Airports - Single File

Three years is a long, long time to fly standby

And pillow-talk from a cellular phone isn’t healthy--

Neither am I…

I read your reply, from the hand scribbled rose

To your heart-felt goodbye…

So please, destroy the letters you saved

With the flowers I sent to you

Pressed between pages of lies

Your scrapbook is open for service

So please be a sweetheart

And see that our pages are white

One thing is certain:

The sun will rise, and I’ll keep flying

I fold my arms, stare to the ceiling and wonder:

How is the weather there?

I read your reply, from the hand scribbled rose

To your heart-felt goodbye…

I read your reply

And I fail to believe that your words don’t decieve me…

So please, destroy the letters you saved

With the flowers I sent to you

Pressed between pages of lies

Your scrapbook is open for service

So please be a sweetheart

And see that our pages are white

Airports (airports) aren’t the way they once were (aren't the way they once

were);

No more waiting through tall windows for her return…

I’ll turn up, I’ll turn up

I’ll turn up the sound of loneliness…

So please, destroy the letters you saved

With the flowers I sent to you

Pressed between pages of lies

Your scrapbook is open for service

So please be a sweetheart

And see that our pages--

So please, destroy the letters you saved

With the flowers I sent to you

Pressed between pages of lies

Your scrapbook is open for service

So please be a sweetheart

And see that our pages are white