Runway, we're taking off
You make me high, Babe and we're flying through the night
Airplane mode on, can't keep up
Four thousand miles from Paris to Qatar
You say, you want to take me along, go on a trip a couple hours
Have what for the emotions, something, that makes one happy
You say, it isn't dangerous, far high over the Earth
Everything in slow-motion for us, we're flying through the night
You have the ticket and a place free next to you
You don't even need to say anything, don't put it off any longer
Start the machine and the vodka is on ice
I am about the vibe, Babe, three, two, one
Runway, we're taking off
You make me high, Babe and we're flying through the night
Airplane mode on, can't keep up
Four thousand miles from Paris to Qatar
Against gravity, no sleep
Champagne in the business class
Don't close an eye, I'm staying awake with you
Runaway, we're taking off
You make me high, Babe and we're flying through the night
We're flying through the night
We're flying through the night
We're flying first class
In a Cessna around the globe, Baby, your body
Gives me endorphins, I'm in mode
Yeah, just one, two, drinks
Until I'm in flight mode
We are too high, no problem
Because it's Friday again
Gin in my glass, weed for your head
Damn it, we're even losing ourselves
Because one of us overdoes it
It ends in a fight, but (ey, yeah)
I can't the last mixer
And it's all getting black
I can't keep up, just one more time
Don't let me back on the runway
Runway, we're taking off
You make me high, Babe and we're flying through the night
Airplane mode on, can't keep up
Four thousand miles from Paris to Qatar
Against gravity, no sleep
Champagne in the business class
Don't close an eye, I'm staying awake with you
Runaway, we're taking off
You make me high, Babe and we're flying through the night
We're flying through the night
We're flying through the night
We're flying through the night
You make me high, Babe and we're flying through the night
We're flying through the night