"Panama"

I was in a plane to Panama,
When a fly landed on her thigh,
And though I [bad word] it off quite brashly
I introduced myself
And she said her name was Sky

simple "hi" and I could tell
That her plainness was well seamless
And somewhere deep inside
She drove a calm and weightless, determination, yeah

And to what lands her mind would travel
I don't know, but I was so curious
I had to keep on thinking of her floating through the clouds, yeah

I asked her whether she enjoyed being in the air,
And airily she answered with an accent so careful
I could feel each syllable
"Well I love things that seem impossible
And I love things that seem impossible
Well I love things that seem impossible
And I love things, that seem impossible!"
Yeah

Seem impossible,
Seem impossible,
I love things, that seem impossible

And to what lands her mind would travel
I don't know, but I was so curious
I had to keep on thinking of her floating through the clouds, yeah