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