You'll Be in the Air - Microphones

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 the tens to smelled my skin

And a 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