Flyover States - The Devil Wears Prada

Across land, across sea-

We can’t count, we can’t count the miles

The days (The days), the weeks (The weeks)

The months (The months), the years (The years) —

We can’t count, we can’t count the miles

Do you know what it’s like?

How is it when you fall asleep?

Have you ever been

in love?

Could you explain to me?

Since I keep trying to pretend, but it’s better to keep quiet

Still it goes without saying that I can’t help it

Across land (Across land), across sea (Across sea) —

We can’t count (We can’t count the miles)

We can’t count the miles

The days (The days), (Across land) the weeks (The weeks)

The months (The months)

(Across sea) the years (The years) —

We can’t count (We can’t count the miles)

We can’t count the miles now!

If you wanted to trade places, exist in different spaces

One would have to erase this

Erase this

Erase this