The airport for us is a revolving door
Spin up to speed while the jet engines roar
They wave us through customs they've seen this before
Follow us closely, mop tears off the floor
So why don't we get married tomorrow?
I want you in my tribe
I could get weary of leaving the ground
With you below me I'm lost in the sound
Or you could be flying with me down below
Wherever you're going, I want to go
So why don't we get married tomorrow?
I want you in my tribe
Why don't we get married tomorrow?
I want you in my tribe