The Tilt ft. Miccel Mohr Lyrics

I love this man

I love this man who sits next to me in the airplane

He doesn't have to be a stranger

Maybe if I look closely

I'll see a father in him

He has grey hair

And he smells clean

In his hand he holds his glasses

He's tilting towards my seat

And I can feel him sleep

And he's sitting in the middle of the isle

His head rests on his arm and his arm rests on the handle

I cannot put my hand there but it... it's alright

Cause I can lean on the window

Beside him sits an old woman

She's reading a script on her phone

And she's wearing her hijab

I love them

I've come to decide that I love them

They are my family for the next two hours

And the stewardess comes over now

She's asking me "coffee or tea?"

And I say "coffee please"

She says "would you like some milk with that?"

And I say "no thank you, I like it black"

Oh, another two hours here

Sitting in the middle of the air

What a time we're in

I wonder how many kilometers we're up in the sky

How do I express my love for you exactly

When words are mere fractions that reflect your grace

God, you're always in my mind

Popping by, saying hello every now and then

Leaving again

I think that's what I like so much about you

You're so playful

Playfulness and all around beauty

That I'm so lucky to witness

As we grow into refined versions of ourselves

I love you cause you're a true friend

And a true friend supports one's breath