You've got my eyes, but the way your shoes are tied is all wrong
And you're a pilot in the expanses of one's mind
The blue and red is causing bright 3D impressions of time
All the while you sit back with a blindfold across your eyes
Airplane engine sounds, voices in the clouds
(Delay, relay, E-8, elate)
Seen clearer skies, but I admit, this could be fault of mine
Can't help but notice in the cabin that I am child-sized
I said, "Where should we head?" without meaning for the words to rhyme
And you responded causing excess fluctuations of signs
Airplane engine sounds, voices in the clouds
(Delay, relay, E-8, elate)
I can't get me out of this fucking plane
And I don't know why I got on
Don't even recall ever getting on
This flying piece of garbage
Found my boarding pass
Growing in the grass
Now its hidden in my secret garden
And I'm falling back down towards the freshly...
credits
from Aphelion,
released October 31, 2013
Ben Taylor: guitar, vocals
Matt Nemeth: drums, vocals
Doug Little: bass
Trent Mason: synth/sampling
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