Air_Traffic_Control.mp3
German Dance mix
Ambient mix
I stopped in the joint
I ordered a pint
I stood on the stairs
Afraid of affairs
I drank as she danced
I looked for my chance
She’s in exctacy
But she won’t look at me
Da da da…
Threw a match to the floor
Burns a moment no more
Like the match in my head
When we’re burning in bed
Da da da…
I’m reaching for rope
That’s made out of smoke
All the times I’ve looked at her
Problem is I’m never sure
Problem is I never know
Just get on my feet and go
Da da da…
Air traffic control
Story: Derek Morris and I wrote and recorded this one together at The Still with T-bone.