Lyrics

[Guitar Intro]

[Verse 1]
He looks out the window, leaning back in his chair.
At Thirty-eight thousand feet in the air,
A crooked grin fades into the glass,
Sipping his scotch while the cloud layers pass.
Ice cubes clink in a crystal embrace,
Reflecting the shadow on his sculpted face.
Six-foot-two of vanity and corporate pride,
Hiding the Caribbean sun deep inside.
He watches the wing cutting through the gray,
Polishing the lie he is ready to display.

[Verse 2]
Three gates away, gliding through the night,
She commands the space on an unscheduled flight.
Five-foot-nine of fire, curves, and intellect,
A crimson-haired lawyer demanding respect.
No spreadsheets for her, no corporate charade,
Just the quiet satisfaction of a brilliant trade.
She sips her white wine, looking over the sea,
Filing away the weekend like a confidential plea.
Her long red hair catches the dim cabin light,
An open-and-shut case, completely out of sight.

[Chorus Buildup]
[Chorus]
Oh, the air is thin at thirty-eight thousand feet,
Where the corporate lies and the legal briefs meet.
They’re flying high in their first-class thrones,
Scrubbing the data from their glowing phones.
Two perfect masks, two separate tracks,
Guilt melts away as the runway
doesn't care about the facts.
Up in the clouds, the secrets stay clean,
They just want to remain unseen.
 
[Guitar Solo - Dark and Tense]

[Bridge]
The tires scream loud as the rubber hits the runway,
He steps right onto the executive stairway.
Adjusting his cuffs, scanning the crowd,
The terminal hum is chaotic and loud.
Then the world stops spinning, his eyes lock tight,
At the international gate of an unscheduled flight.

(Unscheduled flight...)

There she stands, next to her boy toy his hands on her hips
She is giggling as he is tasting the wine on her lips
No briefcases out, no legal delay,
Glowing like the sun that his deception didn't give away.

[Music drops out - sparse low bass line]

[Outro]
He stops in his tracks,
steps into the shade,
Watching the flawless performance she made.
The panic dissolves, the jealousy dies,
Replaced by the thrill of matching her lies.
He doesn't step forward,
he doesn't make a sound,
Just watches his red-haired queen claim her ground.
A slow, crooked smile cuts deep across his face,
Just a little glint of light in his eyes
for the new games about to take place
No guilt in his chest,
no chains on his wrist,
Just a sinister grin...
As he begins to plan his next TRIST!

[Female Laughing]