Animals - Flight Mode

You’re leaving in a metal bird

While I’m grounded on solid earth

Didn’t bring my attempts any closer

And we wait in a hall. Your name, last call

We’ve packed your bags, I’ve checked your pulse

That’s exactly why we’re not animals

When I read it out loud it’s incredible

But I think I lost some bit in the middle

Distorted, a punk rock blur

Playing straight off your tape, this is what I heard:

I’m founded in another world

And soon your ascent will be over

And you’re strapped to a seat, at thousands of feet

I’ll track your scent, cold and mechanical

That’s exactly how we’re still animals

When the Atlantic states the inevitable

We are lost somewhere in the middle

It’s planless, just how it works

You’re drifting down with a different bird

While I’m grounded on solid earth

Didn’t bring your descent any closer