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I take a breath
And pull the air in until 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
And pull the air in until 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 rjbucs28
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I've taken this song pretty literally.
If you've ever left someone who means a lot to you on an airplane, this song makes perfect sense.
PS: Airplanes/the physical space between people is kind of a theme in Death Cab and the Postal Service (Transatlanticism, The Thing About Airplanes, Recycled Air)