Air Traffic - Owl City
The bird is here and we are off
to wherever those wings take us.
The atmosphere is crawling with airlines
that wind through the clouds
and look down on the crowds.
Relax your back and let the noise
sing you to sleep in my arms.
If you awake before we arrive
I will carry you down and
I won t make a sound.
The scent is strong as we move on
and breathe in the pristine crime scene.
The false veneer is old like a
substitute volunteer from,