Lyric

Seatbelt sign blinks once

Above my quiet knees

I watch the window whiten

Without asking where we are

My phone keeps all its messages

Sealed behind dark glass

Somewhere below the clouds

People are still trying

I breathe

But not all the way in

My hands feel borrowed

Resting in my lap

A Body Left on Airplane Mode

No one can reach this room

With its tiny folded tables

My name is somewhere down there

Ringing into weather

I press my thumb to the screen

Just to leave a little heat

Nothing opens

But I almost feel present

When the wheels touch down

I will still be far from me

A girl carrying her body

Through another terminal