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