• I hear the plane lifting
    I hear the air sifting
    I hear babies whining
    I hear passengers dining
    I hear the captain announcing
    I hear the plane bouncing
    I hear snack carts rolling
    I hear the young mother consoling
    I hear the seat-belts clipping
    I hear the coffee no longer dripping
    I feel the plane descending
    I see the groups of people blending
    I see the look on the face of my love
    I hear how she tells me she watched as the plane came from above
    I feel her hand slip into mine
    I feel my heart begin to shine
    For she, is mine