Stuck inside this jet airliner,
rolling on a street of clouds,
watching as the red light's fading in and out. Really meant to write you a letter,
I couldn't get past hello,
hoping that you'll understand and read it slow, cause what I know
you could fit on the head of a pin
but I'm saying over again and again
when you're up in the sky, it's better to fly.
Was it my imagination
or did we have a chemistry,
there was something deeper when you looked at me.
It's easy to believe I love you,
knowing that I just can't stay one more day
I can fit on the head of a pin
and I'm playing it over again and again
when you're up in the sky, it's better to fly.
And I, I could fit on the head of a pin,
and I'm thinking it over again and again,
when you're up in the sky, it's better to fly.
