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?
