The is here and we are off to wherever those wings take us. The atmosphere is crawling with airlines that wind through clouds and look down on the crowds.
your back and let the noise sing you to sleep in arms. If you awake before we arrive I will carry you down and won't make a sound.
The scent is strong as we move and breathe in pristine crime scene. The false veneer is old like a volunteer from, oh, some other year.
I'm just a show as far as I can tell, so I paint my eyes light green. The silver beams twirling and swirling throughout your dreams like air traffic streams