Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes That I am not there, I swear I didn't mean for it to feel like this Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised And don't fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me? Can you make this last? This plane is all I got So keep it steady, now 'Cause every inch you see is bruised Now every word of every song I ever heard that made me wanna stay Is what's playing through the in-flight radio. And hours pass, and hours pass, yeah..