Текст песни Blackfield - On The Plane

Текст:

Standing in the corridor, it's just another day You never were the kind of boy who ran outside to play You're passing through the kitchen behind your mother's back While she says: Your father's on the plane The rain against the windows, you're waiting on the stairs You double check the driveway for someone standing there You calculate the chances of presents on your bed tonight Daddy's on his way Daddy's on the plane Soon you'll meet again Daddy's on the plane That's what mother said while you were waiting Nothing ever happens in your neighbourhood You'd like to run so far away if you only could It seems that all the people have nothing much to say anyway Daddy's on his way

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