The Postal Service - Recycled Air C F C G I take a breath and pull the air in 'til there's nothing left. C F C G I'm feeling green like teenage lovers between the sheets. Chorus: C Ba ba ba ba F Ba ba ba ba C G Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba C F C G Knuckles clenched to white as the landing gear retract for flight. C F C G My head's a balloon, inflating with the altitude. Chorus C F C F I watch the patchwork farms slow fade into the ocean's arms C F and from here they can't see me stare C F the stale taste of recycled air. C F C F I watch the patchwork farms slow fade into the ocean's arms. C F Calm down, release your cares. C F C The stale taste of recycled air.