song

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

these lyrics are submitted by Rozie