Lyrics of Geneva 4 am

Air hostesses are dreaming at the bar
I thought i heard somebody say, "i wish i was in america"
There's been no surprises here, not since the crash
There's been no survivors since the missus was blinded by the flash

I can't see you anywhere
But i look for you everywhere

Arms dealers up in arms at the prices of the drinks
A divorcee keeps telling me that this whole picture stinks
And all the co-pilots who just wanna fly
The architect tips his glass and says, "well here's mud in your eye"