
I'm feeling green like teenage lovers between the sheets...


Knuckles clenched to white as the landing gear retract for flight...

My head's a balloon inflating with the altitude...

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...

Recycled Air by The Postal Service.
i love this.
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