Žodžiai dainai: Owl City. Maybe I'm Dreaming. 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 at the crowds
Relax your back and let the noise
Sing you to sleep in my arms
If you awake before we arrive
I will carry you down and I won't make a sound

The scent is strong as we move on

And breathe in the pristine crime scene
The false veneer is old like a sub stick to 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