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Airports Lyrics
Three years is a long, long time to fly standby,
And pillow talk from a cellular phone isn't healthy,
And neither am I.
I read your reply,
From the hand scribbled rose,
To your heartfelt goodbye.
So please, destroy the letters you saved,
With the flowers I sent to you,
Pressed between pages of lies.
Your scrapbook is open for service,
So please be a sweetheart,
And see that our pages are white.
One thing is certain: the sun will rise,
And I'll keep flying.
I'll fold my arms, stare to the ceiling and wonder:
How is the weather there?
I read your reply,
From the hand scribbled rose,
To your heartfelt goodbye.
I read your reply,
And I fail to believe that your words don't deceive me.
So please, destroy the letters you saved,
With the flowers I sent to you,
Pressed between pages of lies.
Your scrapbook is open for service,
So please be a sweetheart,
And see that our pages are white.
Airports (airports)
Aren't the way they once were (aren't the way they once were);
No more waiting through tall windows for her return.
I'll turn up, I'll turn up, I'll turn up the sound of loneliness.
So please, destroy the letters you saved,
With the flowers I sent to you,
Pressed between pages of lies.
Your scrapbook is open for service,
So please be a sweetheart,
And see that our pages
So please, destroy the letters you saved,
With the flowers I sent to you,
Pressed between pages of lies.
Your scrapbook is open for service,
So please be a sweetheart,
And see that our pages are white.
And pillow talk from a cellular phone isn't healthy,
And neither am I.
From the hand scribbled rose,
To your heartfelt goodbye.
With the flowers I sent to you,
Pressed between pages of lies.
Your scrapbook is open for service,
So please be a sweetheart,
And see that our pages are white.
And I'll keep flying.
I'll fold my arms, stare to the ceiling and wonder:
How is the weather there?
From the hand scribbled rose,
To your heartfelt goodbye.
I read your reply,
And I fail to believe that your words don't deceive me.
With the flowers I sent to you,
Pressed between pages of lies.
Your scrapbook is open for service,
So please be a sweetheart,
And see that our pages are white.
Aren't the way they once were (aren't the way they once were);
No more waiting through tall windows for her return.
I'll turn up, I'll turn up, I'll turn up the sound of loneliness.
With the flowers I sent to you,
Pressed between pages of lies.
Your scrapbook is open for service,
So please be a sweetheart,
And see that our pages
With the flowers I sent to you,
Pressed between pages of lies.
Your scrapbook is open for service,
So please be a sweetheart,
And see that our pages are white.
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Submitted by
xxeasyxcorexx On Apr 07, 2009
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oh this song is SOOOOOO good. my goodness.
I think that I girl he liked left him while she went away. They kept in touch, writing letters and whatnot. She said she was coming to him so he waited but he realises after a while that she's not coming back and has a hard time coming to terms with it but he gets over it though airports are still a hard place for him to be in because that might be the last place he saw her.
Gorgeous song. PLUSHH!