LEIF VOLLEBEKK

TRANSATLANTIC FLIGHT

Before sunrise I’m dazed and confused
Just like Julie Delpy like Léa Seydoux
I wanna see you roll your eyes
In a televised interview
I wanna make you mine

God’s handiwork in the clouds
You navigating in the crowds
Of the festival, of the festival

You’re lighthearted
heavyhearted too
Something I wouldn’t put my worst enemy through
Now I’m looking at the sun through
My eyelids
My eyelids

Now I’m drifting in the astral plane
When will I see you again
Are you drifting in the astral plane
When will I see you again

So why don’t you
Come on, come on, come on over
Start talking to me
One thing I can tell you
You look good when you’re tired
You look good when you’re tired

Come on, come on
Come on over
Start talking to me
One thing, one thing
I can tell you
You look good when you’re tired
On a transatlantic flight