I like the night flights best with the cabin lights out The city below seems as bright as the Stars A tapestry of glo-worms in gridlock I look for the landmarks And try not to let myself work out Where You Are. I might as well be an organ in yr body The damage I do When I do nothing. I might as well be an organ in yr body I'm tied to yr senses I feel when yr muscles Tense Throw yr stories into a suitcase Count the distance from here to home. And you know, anywhere you find yrself Yr never alone. Fly yr flag from the peaks of a mountain Sink that suitcase to the bed of the sea And you know, any time you fall to pieces there's a part of me So are you coming tonight? Are you dead or alive?