Matthew Good

Matthew Good lyrics

Metal Airplanes

On a plane, somewhere over the sea
Above the rain, the bottle sets me free
I turn to stone, fall back in my seat
The cuts are gone but somehow I'm still bleeding

You know it's true
There's nothing I can do about you

Move to France
La Rochelle or Nice
Get a house
Pretend to live in peace
Paint the walls
A blackout of your face
Stalk the halls
Then move into the basement

You know it's true
There's nothing I can do
Pick a fight, it's just you being right
Walk away, there's nothing I can say
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do about you

So don't you mind the gap when you leave
There'll be time enough to turn tail tomorrow

Broken up like a tanker on the rocks
Not room for much
I'm like the Cubs against the Sox
On a plane, somewhere over the sea
I fall asleep convinced that I ain't breathing

You know it's true
There's nothing I can do
Pick a fight, it's just you being right
Walk away, there's nothing I can say
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do about you

So don't you mind the gap when you leave
There'll be time enough to turn tail tomorrow