The bends de memória

where do we go from here? alone on aeroplane, falling asleep against the window pane, my blood will thicken

I wish to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain, cause I've been scared that there's nothing underneath

I'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen. I wish it was the sixties , I wish I could be happy, I wish I wish I wish that something would happen

have I benn sinking THIS LOW