CQD — Stina Nordenstam

Linked to the world by a payphone

Stuck between galaxies

I finally fell in the black hole

Between your sentences

Circling over the airport

Beacon confirm our height

Is anything wrong, can we go down?

But the radio remains quiet

Its me and you now and youre not on my side

A night for planets, planes and souls to collide

They say that light years might go by till they do

It takes a desert to meet someone like you

Cut me dead, send me out blindfolded

Watch me take up the glove

This is what Ive been trained for