Broken Angel

Wheel my bag in
Tryin' to keep from
Being six feet closer to him
He's my pilot
Got his mask down
See his mustache could do with a trim

I got turned down
For the lounge again
Went up a staircase that I shouldn't be
Pull my mask down
Breathe a gulp in
Broken angel sits on top of a tree

The year is drifting into vapor
Its scarring trails across the air
I'm holding torn up Christmas paper
There's angels singing everywhere
Coming home, coming home
Coming home, coming home, coming home
Coming home, coming home
Coming home, coming home, coming home

Young kid staggers
Up towards me
Either drunk or he's only three
He scans my face now
For all the answers
But if I'm smiling then he'd never see

I touch the stewardess' fingers
As she passes me my drink
We pause a second
Just to see if
That was as bad as we both think

The year is drifting into vapor
Its scarring trails across the air
I'm holding torn up Christmas paper
There's angels singing everywhere
Coming home, coming home
Coming home, coming home, coming home
Coming home, coming home
Coming home, coming home, coming home

Pull the window
Shield wide open
Feel the sunlight on my face
Out on the wing there
Sits an angel
Singing for the human race

And I think that
I could reach out
And take the stewardess' hand
And in the narrow
Space we're given
We'll dance together till we land

The year is drifting into vapor
Its scarring trails across the air
I'm holding torn up Christmas paper
There's angels singing everywhere
Coming home, coming home
Coming home, coming home, coming home
Coming home, coming home
Coming home, coming home, coming home

There's angels singing everywhere (Coming home, coming home)
There's angels singing everywhere (Coming home, coming home, coming home)
There's angels singing everywhere (Coming home, coming home)
There's angels singing everywhere (Coming home, coming home, coming home)



Credits
Writer(s): Ignatius Cake
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