Terminal Paroles

so now i'm feeling better, less pressure on
the laundered eye, a little less to fear.
i choose a positive afternoon,
the airport's straight ahead
i tell myself on the way down there:
"could this be another addiction to dread?"
myself replies, with a glimmer in her eyes:
"we could always do push-ups instead".
terminal, je t'aime, i love you terminal, bella mia.
the doors guess my intentions
and slide to let me in
i take my steppin' slowly
with a ritual back-side swing,
intercontinental jive
is live and tickling
i gotta calm down in the lavatoire
i look into the mirror, a maniac looks back
terminal's a chick like all chicks are
i know at least a dozen girls like that
she's standing there, with her short cropped hair, terminal, je t'aime, i love you terminal, bella mia.
i gotta find a flight, but i don't know how!
rome through zurich is leaving about now
polite pager lady telling me it's time
deep inside i've made up my mind
polite pager is getting uptight
i gotta go upstairs and see my flight!
inside, my passion's burning bright!
she's running now, she's flying high
taking off into the blood-red sky
reflected in this tearful joker's eyes
terminal, je t'aime, i love you terminal, bella mia.
it's all a joke, i say to me
then suddenly i hear the boom!
explosion tears the sky apart
a panicked flurry fills the room
and so i turn and take a bow
i think i'm feeling better now.
upon release, the doctors recommended a monthly
visit to the aviation pier,
it really does me good to see a big steel bird
take off through a transparent tear,
after that the pressure's not so bad
there's so much less to fear