I can't see New York

From here, no lines are drawn
From here, no lands are owned
13,000 and holding
Swallowed in the purring of her engines
Tracking the beacon here
«Is there a signal there
On the other side?
On the other side?
What do you mean 'side of what things'?»
And you said
And you did
And you said
You would find me here
And you said
You would find me even in death
And you said
And you said
You’d find me
But I can’t see New York
As I’m circling down
Through white cloud
Falling out and
I know his lips are warm
But I can’t seem to find
My way out, my way out
I can’t see New York
As I’m circling down
Through white cloud
Falling out and
I know his lips are warm
But I can’t seem to find
My way out, my way out
Of this hunting ground
From here
Crystal meth in metres of millions
In the end all we have, soul blueprint
And did we get lost in it?
Do we conduct a search for this?
«From the other side
From the other side
What do they mean 'side of what things'?»
And you said
And you did
And you said
You would find me here
And you said
You would find me even in death
And you said
And you said
You’d find me
But I can’t see New York
As I’m circling down
Through white cloud
Falling out and
I know his lips are warm
But I can’t seem to find
My way out, my way out
I can’t see New York
As I’m circling down
Through white cloud
Falling out and
I know your lips are warm
But I can’t seem to find
My way out, my way out
Of your hunting ground
You again
It’s you again
I can’t see, I can’t see New York
I can’t see, I can’t see New York
From the other side
I hum from the other side