Letra da Música: London Thunder - Foals

I'm on the red-eye flight to nowhere, good
How about you?
I've been in the air for hours
Meteor showers by the pool
So one last drink for summer, I'm always leaving, never you?
Come back to London Thunder, the sound of sirens in my room

And now the tables turned, it's over
And with my fingers burned I started a new
And now I've come back down, I'm older
I look for something else to hold onto

There is no way to realign upholster skin
I take back every line
Lost my mind in San Francisco
In a worn-out disco when tempers cooled

There is no water, there is no sound, will you come around? Will you come around?
There is no space, there is no time, where do you draw the line?

And now the tables turned, it's over
And with my fingers burned I started a new
And now I've come back down, I'm older
I look for something else to hold onto

Space and time is all we need
A little piece of mind
Hopeful afternoons, space and time, my friend

I'm on the red-eye flight to nowhere, good
How about you?