Из альбома: Ears Like Golden Bats
Whoa-oh, can't you see the people have got troubles?
Whoa-oh-oh, and yes, i think i've heard about them all
They're just soaking up the sorrow of their fathers
Whoa-oh-oh, and leering at the (???)
To live and die in the airport lounge
Is to have a glimpse of another town
You've got to be a child to have such strange problems
Whoa-oh-oh, it's enough to make a future mother (???)
Whoa-oh-oh, and it's enough to make you do her harm
But i know you well as far as you can tell
And you won't go back to them
Whoa-oh-oh, and you won't come back to me
To live and die in the airport lounge
Is to have a glimpse of another town
You've got to be a child to have such strange problems