We held plastic coffee cups
When our plane went up and up
Finally, the ice is melting
There it is, your smile
You say you feel like porcelaine
When have we become so frail?
When I reach out for your arm
You say you're feeling way too warm
Isn't it a dream, boy?
We're on a transatlantic flight
Spending our future
Not a single cloud in sight
Isn't it a dream, boy?
We're on a transatlantic flight
Spending our future
As if it was just an unbearable
Goodbye
We're in midair, we can't leave
Our shades can barely hide our grief
Nobody speaks, nobody reads
Hasn't it been an awesome ride?
Isn't it a dream, boy?
We're on a transatlantic flight
Spending our future
Not a single cloud in sight
Isn't it a dream, boy?
We're on a transatlantic flight
Spending our future
Not a single cloud in sight
It makes me cry
Cry, boy, cry
Cry, boy, cry
