Oh I can hear it when that old song starts to play
Cutting through my body in a familiar ways
Well is it me, or is it you who can’t relive?
Because I can feel it when those warm jets take me away

The useless seems to matter more and more
Oh my life’s just something I can’t ignore
And Sun down fuzed by darkness that came before
Because I can feel it
When those warm jets start to roar

Give me everything that I ever need
Oh just enough so I can go to sleep
Well is it me or is it you
Who came to see
To see when all those warm jets swallow me