At Sixty Thousand feet
Tumblin' through the air
This turbulence and me
Tryin' to make our peace
Until we reach the land
I won't feel any ease
Until I get the upper hand
But there isn't any quit
With the pictures in my head
Until all of the pieces fit in / You know you can't break free
Until you cut it all loose
Is that the worst that you can do
I gotta find a way to get back to Houston
You know it ain't the heat
Of this humanity
That brings me to my knees
I gotta find a way to get back to Houston I got a jet engine
Burnin'in my head I can't think when everything it's turning white and red
I gotta a place l'd rather be
Than livin' on this screen
Like a puppet on a string
Over and over again
The pictures in my head
Until all of the pieces fit in
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Nickeltree - Back To Houston Lyrics
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At Sixty Thousand feet
Tumblin' through the air
This turbulence and me
Tryin' to make our peace
Until we reach the land
I won't feel any ease
Until I get the upper hand
But there isn't any quit
With the pictures in my head
Until all of the pieces fit in / You know you can't break free
Until you cut it all loose
Is that the worst that you can do
I gotta find a way to get back to Houston
You know it ain't the heat
Of this humanity
That brings me to my knees
I gotta find a way to get back to Houston I got a jet engine
Burnin'in my head I can't think when everything it's turning white and red
I gotta a place l'd rather be
Than livin' on this screen
Like a puppet on a string
Over and over again
The pictures in my head
Until all of the pieces fit in
Tumblin' through the air
This turbulence and me
Tryin' to make our peace
Until we reach the land
I won't feel any ease
Until I get the upper hand
But there isn't any quit
With the pictures in my head
Until all of the pieces fit in / You know you can't break free
Until you cut it all loose
Is that the worst that you can do
I gotta find a way to get back to Houston
You know it ain't the heat
Of this humanity
That brings me to my knees
I gotta find a way to get back to Houston I got a jet engine
Burnin'in my head I can't think when everything it's turning white and red
I gotta a place l'd rather be
Than livin' on this screen
Like a puppet on a string
Over and over again
The pictures in my head
Until all of the pieces fit in
Writer: James Irving
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC