There was a party last night, last night
Cigarettes and empty bottles, empty bottles
Need some air to clear my head, clear my head
Better open up this window, this window Alone in these strange beds
I think that I've travelled enough
I am tired of waiting for love
Poetry and aeroplanes Tend to fall asleep in the fast lane, in the fast lane
No more happy songs of heartbreak, oh' heartbreak
Sometimes sinking low in the high life, in the high life
Or playing white knight misunderstood, misunderstood
I am tired of waiting for love I think that I've walked them enough
Alone in these strange streets
Poetry and Aeroplanes
Another night I lie awake In woken dreams of faith and fate
Hope my love don't come too late
Hope my love don't come too late I think that I've travelled enough
Alone in these strange beds
I am tired of waiting for lovePoetry and Aeroplanes.
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