Album: Jack Frost

Geneva 4 am


Air hostesses are dreaming at the bar
I thought I heard somebody say ";I wish I was in America";
There's been no surprises here, not since the crash
There's been no survivors since the missus was blinded by the flash

I can't see you anywhere
But I look for you everywhere

Arms dealers up in arms at the prices of the drinks
A divorcee keeps telling me that this whole picture stinks
And all the co-pilots who just wanna fly
The architect tips his glass and says ";Well here's mud in your eye";