You’ll be in the air
In some hours you’ll be over the sea
Lost in the other passengers on the plane
But if you just moved your arms then you could tell
That you are in the air
You’d feel the yawning gulf grow wider
And you’d feel the dwindling fuel for your lungs
So your breaths would slow
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