Cringe

Wide-eyed, knee-deep in surprise
Just below your thighs the temperature drops five degrees
Your standby flight has just arrived

Tongue-tied, bleeding from your eyes
Even Christ himself would cringe at the sight of your scars
While you're counting sheep, I'll count my lucky stars
You were the last good thing I ever saw

And I lost it all
I lost it all

Burned out on two hours of shut-eye
Eyes glazed at the thought of the next eight hours
Headwind, cold rain to wake me

You were the last good thing I ever saw