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