Recycled Air
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
Autor(es): Ben Gibbard / The Postal Service