Airs
Robert Pollard
[Verse 1]
Barriers are still not showing
You will blind yourself
Beauty falls, the wind is blowing
Up and over walls you're going
Spying out, looking in
Seeing stall, try again
Make it over right
[Verse 2]
Run it through the cycle, knowing
You will find yourself
At top speed, but always hovering
Telescoped and not discovering
The tainted skins and slimy suits
Best thing to win have always been
Witnessed by design
[Bridge]
And searching, waiting
Seizing, hating
A long light chain
[Outro]
That's an honor, then
Glad we're over it
Dead of pesticides
Jaded and remote tonight
Out of sight
In your airs
In your airs
In your airs
In your airs