Johnny Foreigner - Yr Loved lyrics

Snaking thru the station crowds on 2 hours sleep feels like ghosting. Feels like christmas and sometimes it is. And the snow hangs static. Some nights I feel like Roger Peterson seeing the mountain. I've got the yoke in my hands and I can't change anything. You are the colour of a great ending. These reruns start again; Some nights I feel like the mountain and you are the plane. Tracing lazy flight paths with my fingers on the window and waiting, I see yr house from the clouds and I wouldn't change anything. You are the colour of a great ending and I'm coming home.