Distress in the cockpit

i'm on the runway following the jet trails in the sky with my fingers,
the engines echo in the night, the engines echo all the time.
so i'll wait on the ground, heads up, so you can save me as good luck.
but i won't miss my flight again. (no, i won't miss my flight again.)

i was your fly over, a failed rendevous.

i remember landside days, your open skin was so soft
but you've been airside for so long.
you've crossed the jetbridge now, the airfield lights are burning out.
"our flight was always collision-bound."

with a fist tightly clenched around a one way ticket,
i'm never coming home again.

my heart is an engine, your lips are the flames.
I will brace,
I embrace.
my heart is an engine, your lips are the flames.
I'm dragged accross the concrete, I call out your name: "Sweet mayday."

we could run away, down the runway,
you can leave your landing gear.
we could run away, down the runway,
my wings will take you anywhere.
distress in the xxxx pit!

with a fist tightly clenched around a one way ticket,
i'm never coming home again.