London Thunder

I'm on the red eye flight to nowhere good

How 'bout you?

I've been in the air for hours

Meteor showers by the pool

So one last drink for summer

Always leaving, never you

Comeback to London, thunder

The sound of sorrows in my room

Ye-yeah

Now the tables turned, it's over

With my fingers' burn I start a new

Now I've come back down, I'm older

I look for something else to hold on to

There's no way to realize

Up holster skin I take back every line

Lost my mind in San Francisco

Worn out disco and temper's cool

There's no water

There's no sound

Will you come around?

Will you come around?

There's no space

There's no time

Where to draw a line?

Now the tables turned, it's over

With my fingers' burn I start anew

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 'bout you?