The atmosphere is crawling with airlines
that w i n d 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 show 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