JETS

This jet is falling miles from where it will land

Let it fall if that's the plan, hey

Jets are falling miles from where they will land

Let them fall if that's the plan hey

Bring the pillows and record in your sports car reminder

Reading chapter after hour in the back seat, maxing

Breathing in a swallow

Of the oxygen taking its place in your lungs

You want to bury a hand into it,

Taking it off and shaking it

Aching,