Vera, the Ghost - Buckley and Mordecai текст песни

An economy class international flight
(your luggage is all packed.)
You're salvaging your broken heart
and promising yourself you'll never come back.

The final boarding call for a non-stop flight
a million miles away.
You're feeling a slight hesitation
as if you hear me softly say:

"you know you're not like them.
We can't pretend it's going to end
perfect for us, life never does.
But calm your fears because...

No matter where you go,
signals in the distance will call you home to me."