(Ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah)
As the plane, approach the ground
(Ah-ah ah-ah)
Aisled in half from the inside
In the brick, scratch my name
(Ah-ah ah-ah)
Will it be here the next time?
These clouds above my head
Not in front of me
I think of what you said
There's nowhere I'd rather be
Is your port reformed for me?
(Ah-ah ah-ah)
This cobbled streets, they guide me
I check my phone to look like I
(Ah-ah ah-ah)
Have somewhere I'm supposed to be
These clouds above my head
Not in front of me
I think of what you said
There's nowhere I'd rather be
These clouds above my head
Not in front of me
I think of what you said
There's nowhere I'd rather be
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