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