Airports of the World

From the 'kinks and queens'
And the false alarms
To your final kiss on my tattooed arm
When you go away
Can I come along?
Valentine

In an east-coast bar
Full of shadows and brine
A short phone call of a thousand miles
And a shot of Screech
And a bottle of wine
Valentine

I'll read it each year
In this letter from you
Full of Termini noise and Trastevere moons
Till it seems like years
Since I was your true
Valentine

A bullet talisman
A red glass corazon, violent symbols of love
This city where I was born, that sweeps us together like dust
Looks beautiful from above

Let's pull up our roots
From the restless earth
And we'll board a plane, watch the clouds disperse
They all look the same
Airports of the world
Valentine