Текст песни The Plight of the Flightless Bird - The Russian Futurists

Hey, did you ever know that songs are just some thick little words
And that the airport is just a nest of big metal birds
And they swoop in and out and steal us from each others' lives and
Tear us apart like conjoined twins under a surgeon's knives

An inch is a mile is a day
And now where you are is too far away

Hey, did you ever know that years are just slippery numbers
And that I still get chills when I hear Paul sing Golden Slumbers
'Cause it reminds me of our house and how it used to snow there
And lets me know that I can still skip town and end up nowhere

An inch is a mile is a day
And now where you are is too far away
And a drop is a puddle's a sea
And that is further than I wanna be

And now I read your letters, and they said someday
We'll meet again on some empty runway
Watch the planes they circle like Peregrine
Falcons do and carry us there again

An inch is a mile is a day
And now where you are is too far away
And a drop is a puddle's a sea
And that's further than I wanna be

(And I) sent a letter and it said someday
We'll meet again on some crowded runway
And watch the planes, they circle like birds of prey
As you left I thought that I heard you say
An inch is a mile is a day
And now where you live is too far away