Please, the ward he offers me a pack of cigarettes
They aren't his, and yet I feel it coming on
I feel it coming on a sense of welling grief
And though they're serving samovar, somehow I'd rather be

Up in an airplane above the archipelago
I stuttered in my armour in an airplane above the archipelago
I could see where you grew up, and the murderer in me

Please, the blanket and the sheets,
The leaves the gardener rakes are articles of faith
The company believes I'm running derelict around these foreign streets
The colonel knows I want to crack his head for taking me

Up in an airplane above the archipelago
I stuttered in my armour in an airplane above the archipelago
Now I see where you grew up, and the murderer in me

They said there was an ice age forty thousand years ago
Incidents of road rage warring on the streets below
They said there was an ice age forty thousand years ago
Incidents of road rage warring on the streets below

Up in an airplane above the archipelago
I stuttered in my armour in an airplane above the archipelago
Now I see where you grew up, and the murderer in me

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ANDREW WYATT, CHRISTIAN KARLSSON, PONTUS WINNBERG