found a way

for take off and for landing, she pulls on her black gloves, in case she needs to throw your burning body through the clouds, her voice says you're ok, just stand up, the eyes say something more, like give up, 'cause i've finally found a way to release you, but i don't need anything you left me, from thirty-nine thousand feet, the heartland is echoed, the green of farms and dead-end streets, hide its heavy load, a voice says wipe it all away, start anew, history takes awhile to see through, 'cause i've finally found a way to release you, and i don't need anything you left me, and i've finally found a way to unseat you, and i don't want anything you left me, you keep your resistance in a jar pressed to the pane, casting on the runway, its former stain, you in your safe place, receptive like a blown-out gate, protected like a cavity beneath the waves, 'cause i've finally found a way to release you, and i don't need anything you left me, and i've finally found a way to unseat you, and i don't want anything you left me