Someone's Lifework

So I must still mean something to you

'cause you wake up beside me on an airplane

and ask me: “How do I stop the car?"

I wanna say: “Don't worry, from where you sit

there's really nothing you can do”

but I have to be my old self again

and kiss you and tell you where we are

Float! the plan isn’t weak

the debris in a creek

passes over

an old, submerged vessel

a two-faced rover

Someone’s lifework is swelling under me

I don’t quite know where to look (mmh we don't know anything)

or how to look at it correctly,

I'd rather ask you: "With the three years between us

will you stay put?" instead

it seems that you’re older

performing to the bends ahead

Float! the plan isn’t weak (is this our get-away chance?)

the debris in a creek (tell me in advance!)

passes over (babe just lean in and

an old, submerged vessel search the stream for luck)

a two-faced rover (just gotta trust that it won't clog)

(promise we won’t get stuck?)

And so the security would last longer than we thought

let alone the wait for vacancy in a packed sky (an entire rugby team

black flies walking around in midair

backfire on the spot at disconnected, pure speed)

I thought I lingered for a minute to drop dead or drop up

Well youth lacks much of life, we’re living proof

I rush to revenge the second I lose my patience (you point at timid, nervous

to wait for a concession hierarchies through all you declare)

just to backfire on the spot, (let's wait for it)

and kiss you just to wake you up (let's just wait for it)

now wake up

Float! the plan isn’t weak (is this our get-away chance?)

the debris in a creek (tell me in advance!)

passes over (babe just lean in and

an old, submerged vessel search the stream for luck)

a two-faced rover (just gotta trust that it won't clog)

(promise we won’t get stuck?)