A telepathic line to a shadow On the wall, just a passenger and that is all Taking off on a midnight flight The airline ticket in his hand held tight Polar route, destination: oblivion "Can I take that little box that you're sitting on, sir?" "No, that's alright, miss, I'll hold it right here I'll need it later on when I go up in the air" And one false move will give it all away Just one false move will give it all away Long distance calling everyone around Bad connection, better let the operator dial I feel the speed of the traffic zoom A train in a tunnel and an empty room Time for take-off, extinguish all cigarettes In emergency, you know where the exits are His hands are white on the box he grips No one knows but it's their last trip And one false move will give it all away Just one false move will give it all away Long distance calling everyone around Bad connection, better let the operator dial Taking off on a midnight flight The airline ticket in his hand held tight And one false move will give it all away Just one false move will give it all away