You'll be in the air...
And 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 wide,
And you'd feel the dwindling fuel for your lungs,
So your breaths would be slow.
And 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.

Can you tell that I'm down here?
Can you feel my hot lung's wind?
When you smelt 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!