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