From an airline bathroom in the sky If that's me in the mirror there, then who am I? It looks just like she's swimming My seat is cold and by the door It's right there beside the chair, on the floor It looks just like she's running It's just like the science of some holy marriage The Sun goes down and it's dragged away by a horse and carriage What you've got to believe or you disparage The memory makes it hard to turn greek into a God From far beneath the ocean waves That's her again, she's witnessed another day Hot damn that lady's flying It's just like remembering the games she used to play In the backyard every other holiday Back then it wasn't lying But the memory makes it hard to turn greek into a God I wish you you'd stop your lying But we might as well keep trying It feels just like I'm flying