You never lied to me.
So I, I was never angry with you,
wish you could have died last night
and high, high over sea. I'm flying home to you
and the engines hum to me: making me drowsy.
and I dream, dream, dreaming of holding you wondering if you're dreaming too.
empty as the silence when I said 'I missed you'.
but It never crossed my mind you could be unfaithful to me.
Unfaithful to me.
The view from my window seat: I see different kinds of clouds,
making blankets and pillows and sheets covering things I might have seen,
but I'd never ever have guessed they'd be hiding all this turbulence;
this loss of balance; this extra distance.
empty as the silence when I said 'I missed you'.
but It never crossed my mind you could be unfaithful to me.
unfaithful to me,
unfaithful to me,