Tangerine Dream – Snoh Aalegra
So we fell off Cloud 9
But then we met in the sky
I was sure I wouldn’t see you again after last night
What happens when we arrive?
Will you still have your pride?
What’s the chances of us being on the same flight?
I text, “Are you on the 12:40, New York-bound?”
You said, “Yup” (Yup)