[Verse 1] The airport's closed, the autumn fog is rolling, No runway lights to guide the lonely night. Your messages keep calling softly, all in vain: [Cry crack on "I miss you, love" — raw and vulnerable] "I miss you, love, please catch a flight." [Chorus] No engines echo in the sky or on the ground, The fog is drifting slowly through the grey. Or maybe it's our separation, vague and shadowy, That grounded us and is to blame today. [Verse 2] The driving rain is fraying every wire, Bad weather lingers like a heavy shroud. The planes are weeping on the tarmac now, Their silent guilt wrapped in a stormy cloud. [Chorus] No engines echo in the sky or on the ground, The fog is drifting slowly through the grey. Or maybe it's our separation, vague and shadowy, That grounded us and is to blame today. [Bridge] This separation cuts much deeper than the weather, And tears are more hopeless than the rain. Yet screen to screen, our messages tie us together: "I love you, I'm coming home again." [Chorus] No engines echo in the sky or on the ground, The fog is drifting slowly through the grey. Or maybe it's our separation, vague and shadowy, That grounded us and is to blame today. [Outro] That grounded us... And is to blame... Today... [End]
