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
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 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