The bird is here and are off to wherever those wings take us. The atmosphere is crawling with airlines that wind through clouds look down on the crowds.
Relax your back and let the noise sing you sleep in my 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 on breathe in the pristine crime scene. The false is old like a substitute from, oh, some other year.
I'm just a show as far as I can tell, so I paint my a light green. The beams are twirling and swirling throughout your dreams like air traffic streams