THE DIRT RADICALS LYRICS

"Jakarta"

Hang up the phone, another flight.
Head in the clouds, another fight.
Touchdown Medan, you swore you’d write.
I guess I’ll just wait another night…

I felt a storm begin to brew.
Despite the sky was blue, inside I knew…
I’d be destined for rain and snow…

I’ll be home tonight,
Still choking on the words from our last fight.
Give me one more chance, I’ll make things magic.
Coz I’m wrong.

Woke up to teary eyes and threw,
Clothes in a bag from round the room.
Watched from the plane as storm clouds cleared,
And slowly the sun outside appeared.

Give me a pen, I’ll write your song.
I’ll be your remedy, through melody.
I’ll give you the world back home.

Act like this never happened.
What if I never make it home?
Another flight, Another fight.

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