I was in a plane to Panama
And a fly landed on her thigh
And I thought I brushed it off quite brashly
I introduced myself
And she said her name was sky.
A simple Hi and I could tell
That her plainness was well seamless
And somewhere deep inside
She drove a calm and weightless determination
And to what lands her mind would travel
I don't know but I was so curious
I had to keep on thinking of her floating through the clouds Yeah
I asked her whether she enjoyed being in the air
And airily she answered with an accent so careful
I could feel each syllable while
I love things that seem impossible
I love things that seem impossible
Well I love things that seem impossible
And I love things that seem impossible Yeah
Seem impossible
Seem impossible
I love things that seem impossible
And to what lands her mind would travel
I don't know but I was so curious
I had to keep on thinking of her floating through the clouds Yeah
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