Swimming in Trees

Eleven-eighteen and I’m still in bed
It’s all I can do to wait for the day to begin
My trash paper map is covered in oil
My favorite escape is lying awake
Silently under the sun
Where we’re swimming in trees
Riding the breeze beneath our wings
And we’re swimming in trees
Holding the wind beneath our wings
I followed my thumb to places I know, know, know
The lightning ahead
Is playing a game with me
And I know that today, I’ll end up inside
The rain washed my map, as I watched the road
Oh, it’s wasted away
Well we’re swimming in trees
Riding the breeze beneath our wings
And we’re swimming in trees
Holding the wind beneath our wings
I found this place where I could wind down, down, down
Got a ride in a plane, from someone who claimed he knew me
And I thought about your name hoping to see
You staring up, and me in the trees
Silently under the sun
And we’re riding out under the sun
Where we’re swimming in trees
Riding the breeze beneath our wings
And we’re swimming in trees
Holding the wind beneath our wings
And we’re swimming in trees