Album: Vanilla
Rapid City into Denver, Denver to Chicago
Chicago into Houston into Phoenix into home
Blue into white and down to gray, now I see green
And every time we land, I swear I feel so childish and alone
Cream into butter
Water into wine
Takes a little magic
And a little time
(I hate to fly.)
That very first prom night, how I floated to your car
With flowers and delusions tied so tight upon my wrists
I remember how your hair smelled, how my heart beat, how you scared me
Into clinging to the lawn with perfect prom nails & white-knuckled fists
I thought I'd float away
And I didn't want to go
Tumbling off the earth, into the deep, into the dark
Out of control
Because flying feels like falling, flying feels like falling
When I close my eyes
So I'll clutch the plastic armrests and I'll sway side to side
With my seatbelt tight, eyes open wide
To get to you, I'll take this ride
I'm lazy, but I like hard work, shoulder to the plough
A heavy head feels good in bed, but I don't sleep nohow
And minutes into hours into staring at the wall
My mind will not surrender into darkness into deeply dream at all
Water into wine
Takes a little pressure
And a lot of time
Flying feels like falling, flying feels like falling
When I close my eyes
Down I go.
Every child knows how and why they're hated
I hid my papers from the class, and I tore up my tests
'Til unfulfilled potential was my very own pet monster
And it beat me when I failed and when I didn't care
And when I did my best
To turn this rubbish into rhyme
Every time you travel
It takes so much courage, oh, and so much time
Flying feels like falling, flying feels like falling
When I close my eyes
Flying feels like falling and the altitude's appalling
And my starboard engine's stalling
And I dunno if I glide
Flying feels like falling
Oh the ground is calling
Come down or I will break you
What would make you think I'd let you in the sky?
Ooh, to get to you I'll take this ride