Reflections of the morning sun
through cotton candy clouds
Angels and paint, watercolor and saints
A kingdom much holier than though
Time doesn't stand still, but it actually flies
The hands of the clock turn to shreds through the turbines
Reach where you're going without any hesitation
A ride that's so spiritual you question your destination
The floor shakes beneath your feet, on flight 2007
Your iPhone shuffles to play "Stairway to Heaven"
The muffling of your ear drum, the wind as the treble
Like an Underwater symphony 5,000 feet above sea level
