You never lied to me. So I, I was never angry with you, but now now you got me so fired up inside: wish you could have died last night... ..and high, high over sea. I'm flying home to you and the engines hum to me: making me drowsy. ...and I dream, dream, dreaming of holding you wondering if you're dreaming too. But something in the way you kissed me: empty as the silence when I said 'I missed you'. No-one ever said this would be problem free: but It never crossed my mind you could be unfaithful to me. Unfaithful to me. The view from my window seat: I see different kinds of clouds, making blankets and pillows and sheets covering things I might have seen, but I'd never ever have guessed they'd be hiding all this turbulence; this loss of balance; this extra distance. But something in the way you kissed me: empty as the silence when I said 'I missed you'. No-one ever said this would be problem free: but It never crossed my mind you could be unfaithful to me. unfaithful to me, unfaithful to me, unfaithful to me.