On This Plane To London
First time I saw you we were riding in a taxi just like this one
Said that we could be just friends, but you kissed me and I fell into your gentle disposition
Stressed in the airport
Scared that I'll fall short
I didn't mean to get knee deep
I believed it when you said you'd heal me
Thousands of miles
I've got a while
To think and get my head on straight
But I've never been great at that
I know I should be running
But the wind just keeps on rushing
On this plane
On this plane to London
I should be turning right back
But I'm waiting for the impact
On this plane
On this plane to London
Last time I saw you we were watching stars in Central Park at midnight
I know I let you hold me then, but it couldn't mend how lost I've been
But I swear I'm putting up a fight
Yeah, I wish that I could make it right
Stressed in the airport
Scared that I'll fall short
I didn't mean to get knee deep
I believed it when you said you'd heal me
Thousands of miles
I've got a while
To think and get my head on straight
But I've never been great at that
I know I should be running
But the wind just keeps on rushing
On this plane
On this plane to London
I should be turning right back
But I'm waiting for the impact
On this plane
On this plane to London
I feel it
I can feel it rushing
I can feel it
Feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it rushing
Oooo yeah mhmm
Said that we could be just friends, but you kissed me and I fell into your gentle disposition
Stressed in the airport
Scared that I'll fall short
I didn't mean to get knee deep
I believed it when you said you'd heal me
Thousands of miles
I've got a while
To think and get my head on straight
But I've never been great at that
I know I should be running
But the wind just keeps on rushing
On this plane
On this plane to London
I should be turning right back
But I'm waiting for the impact
On this plane
On this plane to London
Last time I saw you we were watching stars in Central Park at midnight
I know I let you hold me then, but it couldn't mend how lost I've been
But I swear I'm putting up a fight
Yeah, I wish that I could make it right
Stressed in the airport
Scared that I'll fall short
I didn't mean to get knee deep
I believed it when you said you'd heal me
Thousands of miles
I've got a while
To think and get my head on straight
But I've never been great at that
I know I should be running
But the wind just keeps on rushing
On this plane
On this plane to London
I should be turning right back
But I'm waiting for the impact
On this plane
On this plane to London
I feel it
I can feel it rushing
I can feel it
Feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it rushing
Oooo yeah mhmm
Credits
Writer(s): Morgan Gildersleeve, Carley Ridini
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