You feel like a plane falling to the ground
Burning up the air with a terrible sound
Out of control and into the blue
No idea what you should do
Driving in the night feeling empty and cold
You’ve run out of fuel at the end of the road
You’re facing the wall and it’s looking at you
I think you know what you came to do
Lost in the city and its endless night
Running up the road stretching out of sight
Hungry and tired at the end of the line
Is now the place to call it time?
Home is a dream that you left long ago
You walked out the door with nowhere to go
Haven’t a plan but in your mind
At least you’re safe from what you left behind
Cold air - you’re breathing, this feeling, perceiving you’re leaving
Snow on the ground, lying all around
No one ever sleeps in the city of sound
Midnight chimes from a thousand bells
The soundtrack to one million hells
You feel like a plane falling from the sky
Burning up the air with a terrible cry
Out of control you know it’s true
Running from the one who left you black and blue
Cold air - you’re breathing, this feeling, perceiving you’re leaving.
credits
from Standing Still,
released January 25, 2018
Music & Lyrics: Tim Hooper
In songs that swing from giant and anthemic to distortion-caked and widescreen, Lightning Cult conjure galaxies of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 18, 2022