In the final second
You are framed
In the entrance
Of the terminal
Some device is ticking
It's between us
Tocking away
Ciphers on the screen
Shining green
Inside your pupils
Delta-t is shrinking
You are thinking
"Today"
I move in a sequence
You try to explain
You fool with your ticket
I'm boarding this plane
In the final second
You are framed
In a trance
At the terminal
Something loses gripping
The momentum
Slipping away
Always it is there
That you stare
And you stop
Taxi lights are winking
You are thinking
"This way"
You're watching my movie
You're on the next flight
The credits are fading
Dissolve into night