I like the night flights best with the cabin lights out, the city below seems as bright as the stars
A tapestry of glo-worms in gridlock, I look for the landmarks and try not to let myself work out where you are
I might as well be an organ in yr body, the damage I do when I do nothing
I might as well be an organ in yr body, I'm tied to yr senses, I feel when yr muscles tense
Throw yr stories into a suitcase, count the distance from here to home
And you know, anywhere you find yrself, yr never alone
Fly yr flag from the peaks of a mountain, sink that suitcase to the bed of the sea
And you know, any time you fall to pieces there's a part of me
So are you coming tonight?
Are you dead or alive?