Airports of the World
By Ron Hawkins and the Rusty Nails (2001)
On album Airports of the World (2001)
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From the 'kinks and queens'
And the false alarms
To your final kiss on my tattooed arm
When you go away
Can I come along?
Valentine
In an east-coast bar
Full of shadows and brine
A short phone call of a thousand miles
And a shot of Screech
And a bottle of wine
Valentine
I'll read it each year
In this letter from you
Full of Termini noise and Trastevere moons
Till it seems like years
Since I was your true
Valentine
A bullet talisman
A red glass corazon, violent symbols of love
This city where I was born, that sweeps us together like dust
Looks beautiful from above
Let's pull up our roots
From the restless earth
And we'll board a plane, watch the clouds disperse
They all look the same
Airports of the world
Valentine
And the false alarms
To your final kiss on my tattooed arm
When you go away
Can I come along?
Valentine
In an east-coast bar
Full of shadows and brine
A short phone call of a thousand miles
And a shot of Screech
And a bottle of wine
Valentine
I'll read it each year
In this letter from you
Full of Termini noise and Trastevere moons
Till it seems like years
Since I was your true
Valentine
A bullet talisman
A red glass corazon, violent symbols of love
This city where I was born, that sweeps us together like dust
Looks beautiful from above
Let's pull up our roots
From the restless earth
And we'll board a plane, watch the clouds disperse
They all look the same
Airports of the world
Valentine
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