Eleven-eighteen and I'm still in bed   It's all I can do to wait for the day to begin   My trash paper map is covered in oil and visine   My favorite escape is lying awake   Silently under the sun      Where we're swimming in trees   Riding the breeze beneath our wings   and we're swimming in trees      Followed my thumb to places I know know know   The lightning ahead is playing a game with me   I know that today I'll end up inside   The rain washed my map, as I watched the road   Oh, it's wasted away      Where we're swimming in trees   Riding the breeze beneath our wings   and we're swimming in trees      I found this place where I could wind down down down   Got a ride in a plane from someone who claimed he knew me   And I thought about your name hoping to see   You staring up, and me in the trees   Silently under the sun   And we're riding out under the sun      Where we're swimming in trees   Riding the breeze beneath our wings   and we're swimming in trees   Holding the wind beneath our wings   And we're swimming in trees