British India - Departure lounge

^BThe lights on the freeway ^G#mThe car that takes me home ^BThe flight takes and hour ^G#mAnd every hour goes slow

You colour you’re hair ^{E B} We are depar^C#mting parting parting next year ^{E B} We are depar^C#mting parting parting next year

^BDo you still think of me ^G#mDo you ever wish I could hear you breathe ^BWas October alone ^G#mDid you spend December wishing you were home

The colour of stars ^{E B} We are depar^C#mting parting parting there on ^{E B} We are depar^C#mting

^BAre you falling asleep ^G#mAs you wait for the shapes to catch your dreams ^BI could drive for a week ^G#mYou could make up a place where we could meet

Driving all night ^{E B} We are depar^C#mting parting parting day light ^{E B} We are depar^C#mting

^BAll these childhood streets ^G#mAll these initials written in concrete ^BThey mean nothing to me ^G#mI could watch it all bleed into the sea

Tied to the wheel ^{E B} We are depar^C#mting parting parting next year ^{E B} We are depar^C#mting parting parting next year

The colour of stars ^{E B} We are depar^C#mting parting parting there on ^{E B} We are depar^C#mting ^B

^BWere parked at the airport ^G#mOver the city ^BWere not here, were nowhere ^G#mWere feathers on the breeze

You colour you’re hair ^{E B} We are depar^C#mting parting parting next year ^{E B} We are depar^C#mting parting parting next year