As the plane approached the ground,
I looked out from the inside.
In the brick I scratch my name.
Will it be here next time?
These clouds above my head,
melt in front of me.
I think of what you said,
there's no where I'd rather be.
.
Is your book wet from the rain?
These cobbled streets they guide me.
I check my phone to look like
I have somewhere I'm supposed to be.
These clouds above my head,
melt in front of me.
I think of what you said,
there's no where I'd rather be
.
These clouds above my head,
melt in front of me.
I think of what you said,
there's no where I'd rather be
.