Airplanes In My Head - Herbert Grönemeyer

Your eyes have clouded\nYour smile is fixed\nAnd your thoughts\nAre far away from here\nYou kiss me like an actress\nThen walk out of shot\nYour indifference abundantly clear\nI’m empty, used up\nOnly dregs in my cup\nAnd airplanes in my head\nYou shrug off my embrace\nWith a smile on your face\nWe should be sleeping\nIn separate beds\nGive me my heart back now\nIt’s half broken anyway\nGive me my heart back now\nI beg you to go away\nThe sooner you walk\nOut the door\nThe sooner I pick myself up\nFrom the floor\nYou use me up, like a pack of cigarettes\nThen crush me and cast me aside\nYou talk like it’s a duty\nLooking for your own beauty\nWhile pretending to gaze in my eyes\nYou’re never there, when I’m gasping for air\nAnd the airplanes all explode\nLifting off from the runway\nOh, this traffic is one way\nAnd we’ve come to the end of the road\nGive me my heart\nYou’re giving me nothing\nYou’ve taken my all\nAnd I feel like an empty shell\nAirplanes in my head\nDrown the words that we’ve said\nAnd if you stay\nYou’ll just put me through hell\nGive me my heart