I know you, you know me
We don't need anything at all, anyway
The club lounge, the right sounds
But we were heading for a fall, just slipped away
So tell me
How did we get this far, how did we get this far
How did we get this far, anyway?
So tell me
How did we get this far, how did we get this far
How did we get this far, far away?
In deep space, a big place
Where we were hiding from it all, yesterday
Up mountains, a snow-ride
I don't feel anything at all, anyway
And tell me
How did we get this far, how did we get this far
How did we get this far, anyway?
And tell me
How did we get this far, how did we get this far
How did we get this far, far away?
So far away, so far away
And tell me
How did we get this far, how did we get this far
How did we get this far, anyway?
And tell me
How did we get this far, how did we get this far
How did we get this far, far away?
So tell me
How did we get this far, (how did we get this far?)
How did we get this far, (how did we get this far?)
How did we get this far, anyway?
And baby
How did we get this far, (how did we get this far?)
How did we get this far, (how did we get this far?)
How did we get this far, far away?
So far away, far away
So far away, far away
So far away, far away
So far away, far away
Departure Lounge was written by Guy Batson & Johnny Male & Sarah Cracknell.
Departure Lounge was produced by Saint Etienne.