Ratboys, Maxwell Stern - Tying Airplanes To The Ground lyrics
[Ratboys, Maxwell Stern - Tying Airplanes To The Ground lyrics]
This old neighborhood's a new frontier
With keys to stolen vans as souvenirs
Getting well-acquainted with our partially
Obstructed view from here
Cheap crystal clear
Seven windows in the living room
They say that this could last til May or June
The days all run together
Take forever but they disappear so soon
Yes they do
And it's a lot to get through
And even more to get around
Add it up and calculate the weight
Of intangible forces tying airplanes
To the ground and if that don't seem right
That's cause it ain't
Sister's in Virginia skipping stones
Justin's in the District safe at home
Sammy's back out west I guess
About to bring a life into the world
And every time I cough my mind just sprints
Towards panic dreams of plastic presidents
Wincing through the night to greet the
Morning with a sweat-soaked nervous laugh
How bout that?
And it's a lot to get through
And even more to get around
Inherited a cross to bear so great
Of intangible forces turning profit's
Off of pain and if that don't seem right
That's cause it ain't
I saw the landing lights blink
Morse code on the water
Cries for help in bursts of ones and twos
If certainty is tied to all the
Tropes we're taught to honor
We've got some great unlearning left to do
With keys to stolen vans as souvenirs
Getting well-acquainted with our partially
Obstructed view from here
Cheap crystal clear
Seven windows in the living room
They say that this could last til May or June
The days all run together
Take forever but they disappear so soon
Yes they do
And it's a lot to get through
And even more to get around
Add it up and calculate the weight
Of intangible forces tying airplanes
To the ground and if that don't seem right
That's cause it ain't
Sister's in Virginia skipping stones
Justin's in the District safe at home
Sammy's back out west I guess
About to bring a life into the world
And every time I cough my mind just sprints
Towards panic dreams of plastic presidents
Wincing through the night to greet the
Morning with a sweat-soaked nervous laugh
How bout that?
And it's a lot to get through
And even more to get around
Inherited a cross to bear so great
Of intangible forces turning profit's
Off of pain and if that don't seem right
That's cause it ain't
I saw the landing lights blink
Morse code on the water
Cries for help in bursts of ones and twos
If certainty is tied to all the
Tropes we're taught to honor
We've got some great unlearning left to do