I'm not coming back. (Forgive me.)
I've done something so terrible.
I'm terrified to speak, (I'm not calling, I'm not calling.)
but you'd expect that from me.
I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt;
Now the rain is just (You're driving me crazy.)
washing you out of my hair.

And out of my mind,
keeping an eye on the world
from so many thousands of feet off the ground.
I'm over you now;
I'm at home in the clouds
and towering over your head.