concorde (the interpretation of the mind)

 

Concorde, my engines are burning

Too loud, too fast, no place to turn

Its only last hope is to cherish those last moments with you

And I bend to my knees

As the pastor said, “God bless you, but you’re running out of time,”

As if I didn’t know it already.

And you, like Concorde,

I’ll chase you even if it’s the speed of light

I’ll chase you even if it breaks bones,

All of my ligaments and all of my confidence

Torn apart and ripped away

And all that is left is my burning soul

Is that enough for us to grow old?

Concorde, my heart is still with you

Don’t make me regret that winter

I can’t move a muscle when someone shouts your name

This window seat is only meant to

See you from afar, waving you goodbye

At twice the speed of sound

Hey, can you even tell?