Tape Haze Retreat

(hummmmm) Millisecond glitch in a screen I never see

Corrupted little signal, and it swallows me

I was somewhere over nowhere,

half asleep, half free

Then the wheels came down soft and the captain's voice went weird

He said we made it,

said we're home

I felt the runway,

closed my eyes, exhaled alone

But then they went: "Welcome to Stockholm" I went:

"Ooh, that's not London"

Nineteen hours in a plastic chair

Eleven quid can't buy you anywhere

But then they went: "Welcome to Stockholm" I went:

"Ooh, that's not London"

Bought a charger, bought a coffee,

bought a socket for the wall

Paid for wifi just to tell my boss I'm nowhere near at

all Some machine back home forgot

how airspace works for a while

And I'm folding my coat into a pillow,

trying to smile

They said sorry,

said it's rare

Said the safety never wavered,

only I'm still stuck out here

But then they went: "Welcome to Stockholm" I went:

"Ooh, that's not London"

Nineteen hours in a plastic chair

Eleven quid can't buy you anywhere

But then they went: "Welcome to Stockholm" I went:

"Ooh, that's not London"

(half-spoken) Funny thing about extraordinary

It's happened plenty times before

It doesn't seem that extraordinary

Just the same crack in the same old floor

Millisecond,

and I'm sleeping on the airport floor

But then they went: "Welcome to Stockholm" I went:

"Ooh, that's not London"

Nineteen hours in a plastic chair

Eleven quid can't buy you anywhere

But then they went: "Welcome to Stockholm" I went:

"Ooh, that's not London"

Welcome to Stockholm... that's not

London... (ahhhh)