There used to be planes in the sky
Packed full of people
Saying goodbye
To their troubles
And nobody ever asked why

Now we're all stuck to the ground
Watching old box sets
And no one comes round
Cos the clown on the telly
Says that's not allowed

So what would you give
To see someone
Smiling at you from the door
Stealing a kiss on the off chance of more
Have a finger (or four)

But there's no planes in the sky any more
Nobody ever knocks at thе door
Tomorrow is just like the day beforе
The world is four walls and a floor
Do you remember how we filled the days before
When there were planes in the sky?

There used to be things we could do
Like touch other people
With no real excuse
Just because it was a nice thing to do
Now there’s nobody to see
Just look in the mirror
And into your eyes
There's nothing to see there
And that’s no surprise

So what would you give
To see someone
Smiling at you from the door
Stealing a kiss on the off chance of more
Have a finger (or four)

But there's no planes in the sky any more
Nobody ever knocks at the door
Tomorrow is just like the day before
The world is four walls and a floor
Do you remember how we filled the days before
When there were planes in the sky?