Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lax, artist - Jerry Joseph. Date of issue: 19.03.2012
Song language: English
Lax |
| Satellite signal says you’re |
| taking an earlier flight |
| Damascus to Heathrow via the |
| City of Light |
| To the City of Angels |
| We ran down to kiss you |
| goodbye but they’re closing |
| the gatevs |
| Like warfare and drugs and |
| young lovers no one wants |
| to wait |
| In the City of Angels |
| Angels here in LAX |
| Baggage and parcels and |
| burdens you’re leaving behind |
| If you can’t take it with you |
| than why in the world would |
| you mind |
| Departures |
| Not looking for anything better, |
| this is all that there is |
| They’re out composing the |
| letters, I wear a shirt that is his |
| Departures |
| Departures here in LAX |
| There’s a shooting star |
| There’s a satellite |
| Orion and Pleiades |
| I’m down here on my knees |
| Look for the message carved |
| into the light |
| There’s the mission bell |
| There’s the telephone |
| Handclaps and marching bands |
| Drums from the Holy Land |
| Someone to tell us we’re not |
| alone |
| Here in LAX |
| She looks bewildered and |
| angry, lonely and scared |
| He’s drunk and raging and |
| splinters the cross that he bears |
| Departures |
| Like the last day of Indian |
| Summer, winter slips through |
| the cracks |
| You’re feeling the chill but there |
| isn’t a door to get back |
| City of Angels |
| Angels here in LAX |
| There’s a shooting star |
| There’s a satellite |
| Orion and Pleiades |
| I’m down here on my knees |
| Look for the message carved |
| into the light |
| There’s the mission bell |
| There’s the telephone |
| Handclaps and marching bands |
| Drums from the Holy Land |
| Someone to tell us we’re not |
| alone |
| Here in LAX |
| There’s my baby boy |
| There’s my daughter’s eyes |
| My mother, my brother, my son |
| and my lover |
| And everyone’s searching for |
| you in the sky |
| There’s the God I love |
| There’s the God I fear |
| Destined or random |
| Loved or abandoned |
| Sometimes I swear I can feel |
| you right here |
| Are you ready? |
| Nobody’s ready |
| Ready or not, baby |
| Ready or not |
| Here in LAX |