Eleven-eighteen and I'm still in bed
It's all I can do to wait for the day to begin
My trash paper map is covered in oil and visine
My favorite escape is lying awake
Silently under the sun

Where we're swimming in trees
Riding the breeze beneath our wings
and we're swimming in trees

Followed my thumb to places I know know know
The lightning ahead is playing a game with me
I know that today I'll end up inside
The rain washed my map, as I watched the road
Oh, it's wasted away

Where we're swimming in trees
Riding the breeze beneath our wings
and we're swimming in trees

I found this place where I could wind down down down
Got a ride in a plane from someone who claimed he knew me
And I thought about your name hoping to see
You staring up, and me in the trees
Silently under the sun
And we're riding out under the sun

Where we're swimming in trees
Riding the breeze beneath our wings
and we're swimming in trees
Holding the wind beneath our wings
And we're swimming in trees