Desperate days. Nothing on the airwaysnPeople just standing aroundnTalking on cornersnWaiting for the end to comenJezebel for a hand to holdnEverywhere’s the same, no-ones to blame nThe escalator nEveryone’s running up and downnAt the same timenWho could have guessed the end of the linenWould look like thisnJezebel signs of praisenShe never sang beforennDesperate days. Nothing on the airwaysnPeople just standing aroundnSitting on fencesnWaiting for times to changenJezebels kneels in the rain on the runaway nCrying for love that’s gonenNo-ones to blame, ain’t it a shamenThe escalator jammednTheres nowhere to go-nowhere left to gonThe destination failednWe aimed for the sky. We aimed to highnNow we’ve gone to groundnJezebel sings songs of praisenShe never sang before nnDesperate days. Nothing on the clock facenPeople drifting aroundnTaking no chancesnWaiting for the bang to comenJezebel waves goodbye on the runwaynTrying hard to understandnEmpty paper empty pagesnThe indicators blanknTheres nothing to say nothing left to savenIt’s far too gonenThe planes were in the skyn When the fuel ran drynWe were forced to landnJezebel sings songs of praisenShe never ever sang beforen