Your head north
Follow lines on the canvas
The sky is too big to fit through my eyes
Borrowed blue for a while
Silver etches
Windows in the sand
Take my hand
I'm the hangar
You're the plane
Follow instincts
Like roadsigns on a map with no markings
Reflections cut the air in two
Shaking hands at right angles to a wheel
Ever left the memory of a summer at an airport stand?
Take my hand
I'm the hangar
You're the plane
You do all the miles
I wait on the ground for you
Swimming
Your name has less letters in it every time i see you sometimes your altitude
Gets me down
Ten seconds to come home
But you always take the long way
Sunshine makes a smoother land
Take my hand
I'm the hangar
Your'e the plane