I want to see what you see
A special kind of beauty
You give yourself up so easily, when you see what you see

I want to hear what you hear
A harmony loud and clear
Custom made for your ear, when you hear what you hear

And from take-off to landing
All stretched out and calling
From take-off to landing, I realize
She’s a big sky

If I could stand where you stand
Huddle as close as I can
I might get something secondhand, if I could stand where you stand

If I could hold what you hold
Forget the things I don’t know
Easier said than done, though, until I hold what you hold

And from take-off to landing
All stretched out and calling
From take-off to landing, I realize
She’s a big sky

We’re in trouble now
We may have seen too much to ever come back down

From take-off…