you'll be in the air   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 wider   and you'd feel the dwindling fuel for your lungs   so your breaths would slow   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 wind   when you smelled 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