From An Airborne

A wicked wind is sweeping through
I'm on a dead end flight
The pines against the fading blue
Standing proud and tall

So tell me are you sleeping
With a ghost tonight
Well, me, I sleep alone
If I sleep at all

Stolen kisses
Won't ever make you rich
Hold on, you're not the only one
To been mistaken for a witch

You left the lucky one
Underneath the willow
Are you really sure
That every good thing has to end

You keep a smoking gun
Underneath your pillow
Are you really sure
That it will serve you as a friend

Stolen kisses etc.

Take it from an airborne
It only goes to show
The air is very thin up here
And my breath is running low