resolve   the wavelength tiredplane   am i doing something wrong?   it's not enough   right   the windows are    the darklight mirror   sentiments   are jet sized   when we get    london-eyed   the pilot lied      surprise   the clouds invoke our actions   and we're yawning back the chair   almost there   miles high   let's ignore the others   blankets blue   and so are you   here we come   london soon   ninety two         and the engine and tonic didn't help   the rocking of the relation boat i    spilled my drink on ryan effgen's head   that's just fine   twelve a.m.   london time