Lyrics behind the airport mirror - The Low Anthem

behind the airport mirror

Behind the airport mirror
Masturbating border guards
With their automats and their aphrodisiacs
And their Nobel Peace Prizes for only doing their job
Commended by our favorite and least favorite presidents
I don’t know when I’ll see you
When or where they’ll let me go
I can’t say if I’ll be allowed
To sit down on the cold steel table
And so I’ll stand for hours in the airport
Behind the airport mirror
Masturbating border guards
With their automats and their aphrodisiacs
How we fell completely in the parks of Montreal
I can hear the smoke machine every time the agent comes or goes