I take a breath and pull the air in 'til there's nothing left
I'm feeling green like teenage lovers between the sheets

Ba ba ba ba ...

Knuckles clenched to white as the landing gear retract for flight
My head's a balloon inflating with the altitude

Ba ba ba ba...

I watch the patchwork farms' slow fade into the ocean's arms
And from here they can't see me stare
The stale taste of recycled air
I watch the patchwork farms' slow fade into the ocean's arms
Calm down, release your cares
The stale taste of recycled air


Lyrics submitted by jtank

Recycled Air (Acoustic) song meanings
Add your thoughts

3 Comments

sort form View by:
  • 0
    General Commenti love the part where he starts singing "I watch the patchwork..." and the chords he plays are just awesome.
    jtankon March 25, 2005   Link
  • 0
    General Commentbrilliant.
    oh.pinknesson April 01, 2005   Link
  • 0
    General CommentBen Gibbard is my hero, he is such a great song writer. his lyrics can relate to almost everybody and his songs evoke emotions like no other musician can.
    cellordoreon April 16, 2005   Link

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain