Midnight to Lisbon

[Intro]\n\n[Verse]\nBlue light on the terminal screen\nCoffee cold and the air is lean\nGate B-4 is a ghost of a place\nI see the ghost of your face\nRadio hums with a static sound\nFeet glued to the sterile ground\nBut the red-eye is calling my name\nI am sick of this waiting game\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThree years of silence in a thread\nWords I never should have said\nLisbon is waiting on the other side\nNowhere left for me to hide\nOne quick swipe and a stolen pass\nBreaking through the looking glass\n\n[Chorus]\nCatching the flight to your door\nI cannot stay here anymore\nTarmac glowing in the golden light\nTaking off in the middle of night\nLisbon calling, feel the heat\nDancing on the rhythm of the street\nOh, I am gone!\nBefore the break of dawn!\n\n[Post-Chorus]\n(Ooh, ooh) Jet fuel and jasmine\n(Ooh, ooh) High on the adrenaline\n(Ooh, ooh) Heartbeat like a drum\nHere I come!\n\n[Verse]\nSneaking past the galley curtain\nNever felt this kind of certain\nCrumpled paper in my denim coat\nLump of longing in my throat\nTaxi lights on the runway line\nEverything is gonna be fine\nEngines roar and the cabin sighs\nWatch the city leave my eyes\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThree years of silence in a thread\nWords I never should have said\nLisbon is waiting on the other side\nNowhere left for me to hide\nOne quick swipe and a stolen pass\nBreaking through the looking glass\n\n[Chorus]\nCatching the flight to your door\nI cannot stay here anymore\nTarmac glowing in the golden light\nTaking off in the middle of night\nLisbon calling, feel the heat\nDancing on the rhythm of the street\nOh, I am gone!\nBefore the break of dawn!\n\n[Bridge]\nNo more schedules, no more shifts\nFeel the way the gravity drifts\nStowaway for a second chance\nBeautiful, wild, reckless romance\nWill you answer when I land?\nWill you take me by the hand?\n\n[Breakdown]\nFeel the motion\nSee the sky\nDeepest ocean\nThe reason why\n\n[Chorus]\nCatching the flight to your door\nI cannot stay here anymore\nTarmac glowing in the golden light\nTaking off in the middle of night\nLisbon calling, feel the heat\nDancing on the rhythm of the street\nOh, I am gone!\nBefore the break of dawn!\n\n[Post-Chorus]\n(Ooh, ooh) Jet fuel and jasmine\n(Ooh, ooh) High on the adrenaline\n(Ooh, ooh) Heartbeat like a drum\nHere I come!\n\n[Outro]