London Thunder

I'm on the red-eye flight to nowhere good

How about you?

I've been in the air for hours, meteor showers by the pool

So one last drink for summer always leaving never you

Come back to London thunder, the sound of sorrow in my room

There is no way to realign, upholster skin I take back every line

Lost my mind in San Francisco, the worn out disco when tempers cooled

There is no water, there is no sound

Will you come around? Will you come around?

There is no space, there is no time

Where'd you draw the line?

And now the tables turn, it's over

And with my fingers burned I start a new

And now I've come back down, I'm older

I look for something else to hold on to

I'm on the red-eye flight to nowhere good

How about you?

Foals - London Thunder

“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”

In this rainy and cold evening there is no better place to go than the land where melancholy and memories live. And I want to listen to this beautiful song when I'll be there.