Текст Owl City – Air Traffic

The bird is here and we are off to wherever those wings take us
The atmosphere is crawling with airlines
That wind through the clouds and look down on the crowds

Relax your back and let the noise sing you to sleep in my arms

The scent is strong as we move on and breathe in the pristine crime scene
The false veneer is old like a substitute volunteer from, oh, some other year

I’m just a shell as far as I can tell, so I paint my eyes a light green
The silver beams are twirling and swirling throughout your dreams like air traffic streams