I take a breath and pull the air in til theres nothing left
Im feeling green like teenage lovers between the sheets
Ba ba ba ba ...
Knuckles clenched to white as the landing gear retract for flight
My heads a balloon inflating with the altitude
Ba ba ba ba...
I watch the patchwork farms slow fade into the oceans arms
And from here they cant see me stare
The stale taste of recycled air
I watch the patchwork farms slow fade into the oceans arms
Calm down, release your cares
The stale taste of recycled air
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