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, 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