
Sixteen Stones · A Little Bit of Clay · Track 2 of 16
Airplane Mode
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Lyrics
Buzz, vibrate, ring, ding, another notification
My brain is getting fried by the over-stimulation
I've got three hundred emails that I haven't even read
And the blue light is burning a hole in my head
I'm scrolling through the filtered lives of people I don't know
Comparing my behind-the-scenes to everybody's show
I need to cut the cord, I need to kill the satellite
'Cause I haven't heard a single word You've spoken to me all night
My thumb is getting tired of the swipe, swipe, swipe
I'm tired of the headlines, I'm tired of the hype
I'm scared of the silence, I'm scared to unplug
But I'm feeling like a junkie who is needing a drug
So I'm going on Airplane Mode
I'm cutting the signal, I'm blocking the code
I'm flying above all the static and noise
To listen for silence, to listen for poise
No Wi-Fi, no signal, no 5G connection
Just me and the Father in quiet reflection
Yeah, the world is too heavy, the signal's a load
I'll see you tomorrow, I'm on Airplane Mode
It's been twenty minutes and my hands start to shake
I'm wondering what happened, all the news that could break
Did somebody text me? Did somebody call?
Did the stock market crash? Did the government fall?
But then the quiet settles in like a blanket of snow
And I hear a little whisper saying, Let it all go
The FOMO is fading, the panic is gone
I realized the world keeps spinning at dawn
Even if I'm not there to double-tap on the screen
I'm finally waking up from the digital dream
My thumb is getting tired of the swipe, swipe, swipe
I'm tired of the headlines, I'm tired of the hype
I'm scared of the silence, I'm scared to unplug
But I'm feeling like a junkie who is needing a drug
So I'm going on Airplane Mode
I'm cutting the signal, I'm blocking the code
I'm flying above all the static and noise
To listen for silence, to listen for poise
No Wi-Fi, no signal, no 5G connection
Just me and the Father in quiet reflection
Yeah, the world is too heavy, the signal's a load
I'll see you tomorrow, I'm on Airplane Mode
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
Good
Disconnect to connect
Yeah, I'm offline
