Casualties of Cool - Flight lyrics

rate me

And so it goes

The window left open

I find myself drawn

To the evening

Oh, throw me out

I’m already leaving

Oh, float me down

To my reaping

Paint the streets red

With my decision

Feed the pigeons

With my collision

I am beyond all this

I wash my hands of it

This is my request

Wish me the best

This is my request

Wish me the best

Now I fall

Now I call

I’m colder

How much I miss you

How bad I miss you

Thanks to 20lives for correcting these lyrics