Chain - Cities IV lyrics

Out of the window there's a scene I seem to have seen each morning White circles, red squares, I bet you don't see this everywhere Sure I learn and like and am the things that fill this street But could you be content knowing each day these moments just repeat So a thought, a pa**, a plane, a ticket marked with ink by name A taxi pull, a plastic tray folded upright till we leave the runway Way above the clouds Freedom's pure when you don't hold out Watch the weight of all you've known Pa** right under where you've flown And all the things that seemed to matter Grow much smaller worn and weathered Final approach, we're going down Prepare to land on foreign ground Way above the clouds Freedom's pure when you don't hold out Watch the weight of all you've known Crash and burn somewhere below Crash and burn without a sound Off the wing it looks the same till clouds give way A new domain beckons me to play A new song, new life, new ways to fly Grab on, hold tight, It's gonna be a wild ride