Geneva 4 Am — текст песни (Jack Frost)

Airhostesses 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