Lyrics Rare Field Ceiling - Yellow Eyes

Rare Field Ceiling

Rare field shook the plane
Earthly creak at great height
The pilot tapped the glass inside the starling’s mind
Pitched through birdcage or church
Hovered lightly on a child tune
Heavy blossom, plastic decoration
Oxygen mask
Blue smoke leaf plume touched the apse
A finger in the eye
Have you got my transmission?
Did you know me?
I defected, boss
Now decorate me
Mask me with a smell
I’m in the air now and
Nothing can help me to the ground