Mayday - Dispatch

I saw you yesterday

your eyes were the color

of some kind of grey.

I hear what you’re saying

please, don’t let me go

I’ve got all the people

down below.

they rush to talk;

they rush to say

man overboard…

may day… may day… may day…

troubles are brought back by you

funny how we, we go down

we go anywhere, but to the ground

so I hear that you’re doing fine

you’ve flown all those planes

that have been on your mind.

I can’t understand

I don’t need to know

I’ll speek to you through this radio.

they rush to talk;

they rush to say

man overboard…

may day… may day… may day…

troubles are brought back by you

funny how we, we go down

we go anywhere, but to the ground

they rush to talk;

they rush to say

there’s a man and he’s overboard.