Recycled Air

The sea reflects the winter sun, like green leather
Recycled air, the slow descent from high heaven
The brief escape was not enough to shake the cold
Got on a plane and left her there

But I can hear her calling out to me
Across the sea
I know her name, I know her face
And she is dying to get out of me

But now I know I'm not alone, I know better
The isolation that I felt is no better
A brief escape was not enough to break the mould
Got on a plane but I stayed there

But I can hear her calling out to me
Across the sea
I know her name, I know her face
And she is dying to get out of me

But I can hear her calling out to me
Across the sea
I know her name, I know her face
And she is dying to get out, dying to get out of me

3000 words rattle round my mind
I lack the skill to deliver them
You've got me feeling like the guest of honour
At my own funeral, my own funeral
I couldn't say a word
You took it in turns to be heard
While I crawled back inside

But I can hear her calling out to me
Across the sea
I know her name, I know her face
And she is dying to get out, dying to get out of me