Hovering

watching the planes land over the lake
 I wish they could hang in the air forever
 holding the patterns for days
 I hope they (hope they hope they)
 will be delayed forever
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 standing alone at the gate
 she's late
 she's miles above somewhere, hovering
 why won't you write?
 write me a word to say
 tell me you miss my ways
 tell me you miss my face
 I never meant clip your pretty wings
 oh your pretty, oh your pretty wings
 you always knew it,
 you saw right through it,
 why'd you have to go?
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 standing still at the gate
 and I ache (I ache I ache)
 my palms are not lace rising
 the wheels drop and she starts to descend
 and the runway will light her way
 she starts hovering
 and when she lands
 I race for the crashing ground
 the oxygen from the mask
 that only words mark the past
 I never meant clip your pretty wings
 oh your pretty, oh your pretty wings
 we'll be all right
 we'll be all right
 we'll be all right
 we'll be all right
 you always knew it,
 you saw right through it,
 why'd you have to?