It's kind of like bouncing on a seesaw
Except I'm always grounded
And you are always in the air
It's kind of like bird spotting
Except you are the bird
And I'm always watching you
Far away watching you
Worshipping you in the air
It's kind of like a religion
Except you are my God
Except you are my meditation
When I get on my knees to worship
Trapped in your church
Like a domesticated pigeon
I'm not in the air
I'm on the ground
Looking up at your beautiful face
Always loving you
Loving you in the air
