I was in a plane to PanamaAnd a fly landed on her thighAnd I thought I brushed it off quite brashlyI introduced myselfAnd she said her name was skyA simple Hi and I could tellThat her plainness was well seamlessAnd somewhere deep insideShe drove a calm and weightless determinationAnd to what lands her mind would travelI don't know but I was so curiousI had to keep on thinking of her floating through the clouds YeahI asked her wether she enjoyed being in the airAnd airily she answered with an accent so carefulI could feel each syllable whileI love things that seem impossibleI love things that seem impossibleWell I love things that seem impossibleAnd I love things that seem impossible YeahBridgeSeem impossibleSeem impossibleI love things that seem impossibleAnd to what lands her mind would travelI don't know but I was so curiousI had to keep on thinking of her floating through the clouds Yeah
