Desperate days. Nothing on the airways People just standing around Talking on corners Waiting for the end to come Jezebel for a hand to hold Everywhere s the same, no-ones to blame The escalator Everyone s running up and down At the same time Who could have guessed the end of the line Would look like this Jezebel signs of praise She never sang before Desperate days. Nothing on the airways People just standing around Sitting on fences Waiting for times to change Jezebels kneels in the rain on the runaway Crying for love that s gone No-ones to blame, ain t it a shame The escalator jammed Theres nowhere to go-nowhere left to go The destination failed We aimed for the sky. We aimed to high Now we ve gone to ground Jezebel sings songs of praise She never sang before Desperate days. Nothing on the clock face People drifting around Taking no chances Waiting for the bang to come Jezebel waves goodbye on the runway Trying hard to understand Empty paper empty pages The indicators blank Theres nothing to say nothing left to save It s far too gone The planes were in the sky When the fuel ran dry We were forced to land Jezebel sings songs of praise She never ever sang before