Baggage Claim - Astronautalis

The ghost is sitting blistering in baggage claim, like a sinner at the pearly

gates praying Saint Peter shout my name

Your thrift store suitcases to the gaudy faces to becoming queen the fax

machine transmitting all the shirts and things

Hoping maybe the lady I’m saving from a florescent Hades, escapes the ticket

thrown away inside the case

Maybe she’s gone missing by mix up or hiccup that switches the terminal change

lane blame the plane

Either way I ain’t gonna leave today without seen her face, I mean this place

is poison

I can get a taste trade my hope for an antidote to maybe make my escape,

but I go back into the flames to ensure that she is ok

They say its just a phase, they tell me sit and wait, they say its on its way,

they say that every face becomes a frame

Then cultivate a common name, pack my things to get on the plane an fly leave

her standing at the baggage claim…

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I ain’t gone leave with empty hands, I ain’t gonna leave with empty hands (X2)

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(hook)

Some maybe wrong because i did this fast and also he did a reverse reverb on

the vocals as well as other effects… I came in here and corrected a lot of it,

some of it is still wrong, maybe a word or two.

It’s much closer than it was

though