So I must still mean something to you
'cause you wake up beside me on an airplane
and ask me: “How do I stop the car?"
I wanna say: “Don't worry, from where you sit
there's really nothing you can do”
but I have to be my old self again
and kiss you and tell you where we are

Float! the plan isn’t weak
the debris in a creek
passes over
an old, submerged vessel
a two-faced rover

Someone’s lifework is swelling under me
I don’t quite know where to look (mmh we don't know anything)
or how to look at it correctly,
I'd rather ask you: "With the three years between us
will you stay put?" instead
it seems that you’re older
performing to the bends ahead

Float! the plan isn’t weak (is this our get-away chance?)
the debris in a creek (tell me in advance!)
passes over (babe just lean in and
an old, submerged vessel search the stream for luck)
a two-faced rover (just gotta trust that it won't clog)
(promise we won’t get stuck?)

And so the security would last longer than we thought
let alone the wait for vacancy in a packed sky (an entire rugby team
black flies walking around in midair
backfire on the spot at disconnected, pure speed)
I thought I lingered for a minute to drop dead or drop up

Well youth lacks much of life, we’re living proof
I rush to revenge the second I lose my patience (you point at timid, nervous
to wait for a concession hierarchies through all you declare)
just to backfire on the spot, (let's wait for it)
and kiss you just to wake you up (let's just wait for it)
now wake up

Float! the plan isn’t weak (is this our get-away chance?)
the debris in a creek (tell me in advance!)
passes over (babe just lean in and
an old, submerged vessel search the stream for luck)
a two-faced rover (just gotta trust that it won't clog)
(promise we won’t get stuck?)