I´ve got my things; I´m good to go
You met me at the terminal
Just one more plane ride, and it´s done
We stood like statues at the gate
Vacations come and gone too late
There´s so much sun where I´m from
I had to give it away
Had to give you away.

And we spent four days on an island at your family´s old hotel
Sometimes perfection can be...
It can be perfect hell
Perfect...

Hours pass and she still counts the minutes
That I am not there
I swear I didn´t mean for it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised (bruised)
Don´t fly fast
Oh pilot, can you help me?
Can you make this last?
This plane is all I´ve got, so keep it steady now
´Cause every inch you see is bruised

I lace my Chucks, I walk the aisle,
I take my pills
The babies cry...
All I hear is what´s playing through the in-flight radio
Now every word of every song
I ever heard that made me want to stay
Is what´s playing through the in-flight radio.

And I, I am finally waking up

Hours pass and she still counts the minutes
That I am not there
I swear I didn´t mean for it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised (bruised)
Don´t fly fast
Oh pilot, can you help me?
Can you make this last?
This plane is all I´ve got, so keep it steady now
´Cause every inch you see is bruised

So read your books, but stay out late some nights (some nights)
And don´t think that you can´t stop by the bar
You haven´t shown your face here since the bad news
Well, I´m here ´til close with fingers crossed
Each night ´cause your place isn´t far

And hours pass...
Hours pass

She still counts the minutes
That I am not there
I swear I didn´t mean for it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised (bruised)
And don´t fly fast
Oh pilot, can you help me?
Can you make this last?
This plane is all I´ve got, so keep it steady now
´Cause every inch you see is bruised
Bruised, bruised.