Liverpool Airport

Stars like prying eyes behind a lens, they don't understand
Curtains of night draped across the stage, last one rotten egg

Wings melted, hearts smelted
Everyone in their place

Coldest inferno ever produced
To keep us from truth

I've found microphones have use
Use one taken from my tooth

At a ballet filled with oil
Dare not speaketh the word soil

But, okay here, have a purpose now

I've found spirits have use
To end the abusive nature of everything green
It's just dying to be seen

Mother Earth smother'd in sequins

Technology is your friend
He cannot breathe in the air
Despair, I'm as lonely as they get
Like a chair