Texty: Elliott. Song In The Air. Away We Drift.

Distant lights as distance grows. Do I make ground? You are night as I am warm. Do I lie down? On and on and on away we drift. Innocence is where you follow. I believe the curves we kiss, all the way down. Build cities while you rest. Will I break ground? On and on and on away we drift. Innocence is where you follow. Innocence is where you follow. Do I try? Do I fall? Promises, timed within. Interlock and exit quick. Do you wait all the night?