A I R T R A F F I C
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, oh, some other year
I'm just a show, As far as I can tell
So I paint my eyes a light green
The silver beams, Are twirling and swirling
Throughout your dreams
Like air traffic streams.
Always listening this before i sleep, thank's Adam Young to make it was so amazing. Thank you.
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