Fialta High Above Chicago
[Verse 1]
I lost my way on a trip meant for two
We left our hearts in a suitcase unused
High above Chicago
I'll be home tomorrow
[Chorus]
Flight patterns fight against the weight of our world
I keep rehearsing these lines
When we meet face to face
Will it all fall away?
[Verse 2]
First steps and first words
While I was away
Always believed that they'd get you to stay
I was in Chicago, you were gone tomorrow
[Chorus]
Flight patterns fight against the weight of our world
I keep rehearsing these lines
When we meet face to face
Will it all fall away?
[Chorus]
Flight patterns fight against the weight of our world
I keep rehearsing these lines
When we meet face to face
Will it all fall away?