Owl City -Air Traffic
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 shell 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
Owl City -Air Traffic
