Wide eyed.
Knee deep in surprise.
Just below your thighs the temperature drops 5 degrees.
Your stand-by flight has just arrived.
Tongue-tied bleeding from your eyes.
even Christ himself would cringe at the sight of your scars
While you're counting sheep,
I'll count my lucky stars.
You were the last good thing I ever saw.
I lost it all
I lost it all
Burned out on 2 hours of shut-eye.
Eyes glazed at the thought of the next 8 hours.
Headwind cold rain to wake me.
You were the last good thing I ever saw.
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