Terminal
Kristopher Schau, Mads Martinsen
Boredom never knocks, but shows up uninvited
If there's a smile, we make sure to hide it
There are lethal vipers swimming in its blood
All sense of sanity, lost in the mud
When did our home become just like an airport lounge
Both just waiting for a flight to be announced
Terminal is what we are, and where we're caught
Now it's just a waiting game for our names to be called
The taste of ink every time we kiss
Yet, when we die it won't be of this
It's the despair we drink as medicine
That'll kill us both. From the outside in.
When did our home become just like an airport lounge
Both just waiting for a flight to be announced
Terminal is what we are, and where we're caught
Now it's just a waiting game for our names to be called