Recycled Air

The Postal Service

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...



knuckles clenched to white as the landing gear retract for flight

my head's a balloon inflating with the altitude



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' slow fade into the ocean's arms

calm down, release your cares

the stale taste of recycled air