I’ve left the sun in Ales,

I’m heading to the night in Helsinki.

I’m now sitting half-way, in Paris.

I’m waiting for my next flight, I’m feeling slightly dizzy.

I’ve had warm holidays, not necessarily from the weather, but certainly from the people who’ve got a sun beating in their chests. I had to leave them, when my mission called back for me. I’m missing them already..

I’m looking at the ghosts that are walking around me.
I can see their reflections in the huge windows of Charles de Gaulle airport.

They look like they know where they’re heading to.

.. I know where I’m heading to too.