SO. arewethereyet?

i've got my things

i'm good to go

you met me at the terminal

just one more plane ride and it's done

we stood like statues at the gate

vacation's come and gone too late

there's so much sun where i'm from

i had to give it away, had to give you away

and we spent four days on an island at your family's old hotel

sometimes perfection can be

it can be perfect hell, perfect

hours pass and she still counts the minutes

that i'm not there

i swear i didn't mean for it to feel like this

like every inch of me is bruised

and don't fly fast

oh pilot can you help me

can you make this last

this plane is all i got

so keep it steady now

cause every inch of sea is bruised