You'll be in the air In some hours you'll be over the sea Lost in the other passengers on the plane But if you just moved your arms Then you could tell That you are in the air
You'd feel the yawning gulf grow wider And you'd feel the dwindling fuel for your lungs So your breaths would slow
You'd be in the air You'd feel the hot blowing rock filled winds The clouds of ash would fill your skies As you smoothly glide
Over the cold river basin where we spend the night Again your gaping gap is pink in foggy light When I wake up your pet will pounce I'll meet the day I'll be in your bed, you'll be in the air when I'm awake
And can you tell that I'm down here? Can you feel my hot lung wind when you smelled my skin did you lose yourself?
I'll look pinkly out your window in the fog Loud and clear I'll make out your resounding roar You'll be in the air You'll bear fruit, your bare feet Your bare arms in the heat You'll be able to feel your might