Recycled Air - Nervus

The sea reflects the winter sun, like green leather

Recycled air, the slow descent from high heaven

The brief escape was not enough to shake the cold

Got on a plane and left her there

But I can hear her calling out to me

Across the sea

I know her name, I know her face

And she is dying to get out of me

But now I know I’m not alone, I know better

The isolation that I felt is no better

A brief escape was not enough to break the mould

Got on a plane but I stayed there

But I can hear her calling out to me

Across the sea

I know her name, I know her face

And she is dying to get out of me

But I can hear her calling out to me

Across the sea

I know her name, I know her face

And she is dying to get out, dying to get out of me

3000 words rattle round my mind

I lack the skill to deliver them

You’ve got me feeling like the guest of honour

At my own funeral, my own funeral

I couldn’t say a word

You took it in turns to be heard

While I crawled back inside

But I can hear her calling out to me

Across the sea

I know her name, I know her face

And she is dying to get out, dying to get out of me