Part 1
Along the edge of this airfield
The old prop shaft airliners stand
Altimeters reading zero
Formless memories lingering
Nights are cold on this airfield
I sit alone and watch the radar
Locked on the wavelength
Caught in the beam
Falling slowly
And we can fly from here
And we can fly from here
And we can fly from here
Always understanding
The we can fly
Along the edge of this airfield
The old prop shaft airliners stand
Altimeters reading zero
Formless memories lingering
And we can fly from here
And we can fly from here
And we can fly from here
And we can fly from here
And we can fly from here
And we can fly from here
And we can fly from here
Always understanding
Part 2
And if the ground staff must be seen to be believed
There’s no one sleeping
No one awake
And if the engines must be started in the night
There will be silence
No last intake
Of air
That cools in a cloud as we breathe
Too late
For even the night planes to leave
In a break and run
They always come
And they fly from here
I want to be the one who always gives you shelter
Finds a way to
Keep you warm
And if some fool should say there is no other answer
It’s a question
To face the dawn
Alone
So cool like the world that we breathe
Too late
For even the night planes to leave
In a break and run
They always come
And they fly from here