(Gessle)

727 is ready to move

You know she packed her bags with nothing left to prove
I thought I didn’t care, now I’m fallin’ through,
wouldn’t you?

Well, it’s a long long journey to the other side…
Oh, I’ve been wishin’ all night I was on that flight
And God, you’d better take care of the sweetest eyes…
I hear myself swallowin’ the tears I cry
I hear myself swallowin’ the tears I cry

727 is up in the air
You know I feel her hands on me everywhere
I thought I didn’t care, now I’m saying a prayer
Hey mister, do you know the way to salvation square?

It’s a long long winter ’til the birds will sing…
Oh, I’ll be waitin’ all night for the phone to ring
I’m goin’ up in smoke and phoney magazines…
Everything is just pieces of my stupid dreams
Everything is just pieces of my stupid dreams

With the clouds passin’ by
With the clouds passin’ by,
it’s all right.

727 is close to the sky
It carries the world between hello and goodbye
Like the Monday we met that disappeared in a breath
Like the Sunday she left forever smellin’ of death

Another jet black night, another drink to go…
Oh, I’ll be diving my head in the pure white snow
God, you’d better take care of this gold-skinned friend…

Tell me, will I ever see her again?