Favorite Saints - Airport Chapel lyrics

Close and narrow sky Black eyes to skate around You fell on idle times You fell on idle times As if you saw a ghost As white as early breeze Don't tell me that you're lost Don't tell me that you're lost The traffic stops the moon It sets the day ablaze We'll hit the runway soon We'll hit the runway soon New York Times is burning The journal catches the rainy step (?) The ghost is soaking through The hero hides his own skin The traffic stops the moon It sets the day ablaze We'll hit the runway soon We'll hit the runway soon New York Times is burning The journal catches the rainy step (?) The ghost is soaking through The hero hides his own skin