On the first day of the month of march
I took the overnight train to India
And I wondered who they’d leave in charge
But that kind of thinking won’t get you anywhere

It’s been 6 months since I felt my heart
And my choices felt like an act of war
But the ghost in me would not depart
There were nails in the coffin but I’m back for more

A life lived on paper is no life at all 
But now I’m flying through the night 

I spent my whole life working dates and stocks
Trading time for money till I nearly died
But now I packed my life into a box
Travelling 60 miles an hour through the countryside

A life lived on paper is no life at all 
But now I’m flying through the night 

A life lived on paper is no life at all 
But now I’m flying through the night 
But I’m flying through the night
But I’m flying through the night