The Postal Service - Recycled Air

I take a breath and pull the air in

'Til there's nothing left

I'm feeling green like

Teenage lovers between the sheets



Ba, ba ba ba, ba, ba ba ba

Ba, ba ba ba, ba, ba ba

Ba, ba ba ba, ba, ba ba ba

Ba, ba ba ba, ba, ba ba



Knuckles clenched to white

(Knuckles clenched to white)

As the landing gear retract for flight

My head's a balloon

(My head's a balloon)

Inflating with the altitude



Ba, ba ba ba, ba, ba ba ba

Ba, ba ba ba, ba, ba ba

Ba, ba ba ba, ba, ba ba ba

Ba, ba ba ba, ba, ba ba



Ba, ba ba ba, ba, ba ba ba



I watch the patchwork farms

Slow fade into the ocean's arms

And from here they can't see me stare

The stale taste of recycled air



I watch the patchwork farms'

  (I watched)

Slow fade into the ocean's arms

  (Slow fade)

Calm down, release your cares

  (Calm down)

The stale taste of recycled air

  (The stale)



I watch the patchwork farms

Slow fade into the ocean's arms

And from here they can't see me stare

The stale taste of recycled air



I watch the patchwork farms

Slow fade into the ocean's arms

Calm down, release your cares

The stale taste of recycled air

© DYING SONGS; WHERE I'M CALLING FROM MUSIC;




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