Poetry and Aeroplanes - Teitur

There was a party last night, last night

Cigarettes and empty bottles, empty bottles

Better open up this window, this window

Need some air to clear my head, clear my head

Alone in these strange beds

I think that I’ve travelled enough

Poetry and aeroplanes

I am tired of waiting for love

Tend to fall asleep in the fast lane, in the fast lane

Sometimes sinking low in the high life, in the high life

No more happy songs of heartbreak, oh' heartbreak

Or playing white knight misunderstood, misunderstood

Alone in these strange streets

I think that I’ve walked them enough

Poetry and Aeroplanes

I am tired of waiting for love

Another night I lie awake

In woken dreams of faith and fate

Hope my love don’t come too late

Hope my love don’t come too late

Alone in these strange beds

I think that I’ve travelled enough

Poetry and Aeroplanes

I am tired of waiting for love