Air traffic
The bird is here and we are offTo wherever those wings take usThe atmosphere is crawlingWith airlines that Wind through the cloudsAnd look down on the crowds
Relax your back and let the noiseSing you to sleep in my armsIf you awake before we arriveI will carry you downAnd I wont make a sound
The scent is strong as we move onAnd breathe in the pristine crime sceneThe false veneer is old like a substituteVolunteer from, oh, some other year
I'm just a shell as far as I can tellSo I paint my eyes a light greenThe silver beams are twirling and swirlingThroughout your dreamsLike air traffic streams