Loud Planes Fly Low

And everyone considers it a gift I wanna try, there's no way it fits I don't know how I am supposed to feel I don't know how I am supposed to feel So, we start over every night The numbness or whatever diffused light I don't know how I am supposed to

Go ahead and be my world And everything will be okay Just hide there in plain sight Too big to see, yeah to see We'll have coffee and watch the strangers Gather our letters and carry us further Diluted and faded, still safely there Still there, still