[ Featuring Imaginary Future, people i like ]
On the plane ride to Alaska
You were silent, I was holding my breath
All the people walking past you
They were staring, you tried to cover your head
Felt a calm over the water
I was silent, you were holding my hand
Tried to picture what was coming
The kind of color you only see in your head
We don't have to talk about it
Said that this was something I could take
Saw the ceiling cracking open
Frozen half awake
You've been waking up too early
Rolling over in the quiet hours
Threw a stone and saw it turning
You stood there trying to slow it down
We don't have to talk about it
Said that this was something I could take
Saw the ceiling cracking open
Frozen half awake
We don't have to talk about it
Said that this was something I could take
Saw the ceiling cracking open
Frozen half awake
