Transatlantic Flight

Did I meet you, baby, on a Transatlantic Flight?
JFK to Heathrow in the middle of the night.
And if I am mistaken you must let me know.
I’ll take your leave and away I go.
Ooh. Ooh.
Ooh. Ooh.
Taxi down the runway and sail into the sky.
I thought I caught your eye then, you seemed a little shy.
The captain’s on the radio, he says «buckle your seat tight»
«There's nasty weather; we’re in for a bumpy flight»
In the event of a moral landing,
You can use my body as a floatation device.
It’s getting cold now,
You can use my body as a floatation device!
Headline of the paper reads a tragedy,
A fire in the night over the Nova Scotia sea,
There’s no survivors, no signs of life are found,
The ocean will be witness to what has just gone down.
Did I meet you, baby, on a Transatlantic Flight?
The one that disappeared there in the middle of the night,
You know I loved you, baby, though I never got to show you,
Seems we’ve an eternity for me to get to know you.
In the event of a moral landing,
You can use my body as a floatation device.
It’s getting cold now,
You can use my body as a floatation device…
Everybody’s dead,
Everybody’s dead,
Everybody’s dead,
Everybody’s dead,
Everybody’s dead.