I take a breath
Hold the air until there's nothing left
I'm feeling green
Like teenage lovers between the sheets
ba ba-ba-ba ba ba-ba-ba ba ba-ba-ba ba ba ba
Knuckles clenched to white
As the landing gear detracts for flight
My head's a balloon
Inflating with the altitude
ba ba-ba-ba ba ba-ba-ba ba ba-ba-ba ba ba ba (x3)
I watch the patchwork farms
Slowly fade into the ocean's arms
And from here they can't see me stare
The stale taste of recycled air
I watch the patchwork farms
Slowly fade into the ocean's arms
And calm down, release your care
The stale taste of recycled air
Hold the air until there's nothing left
I'm feeling green
Like teenage lovers between the sheets
ba ba-ba-ba ba ba-ba-ba ba ba-ba-ba ba ba ba
Knuckles clenched to white
As the landing gear detracts for flight
My head's a balloon
Inflating with the altitude
ba ba-ba-ba ba ba-ba-ba ba ba-ba-ba ba ba ba (x3)
I watch the patchwork farms
Slowly fade into the ocean's arms
And from here they can't see me stare
The stale taste of recycled air
I watch the patchwork farms
Slowly fade into the ocean's arms
And calm down, release your care
The stale taste of recycled air
The Postal Service

The Postal Service is an American indie pop group from Seattle, Washington, consisting of singer Ben Gibbard, producer Jimmy Tamborello, and Jenny Lewis on background vocals.
The band released their only studio album, Give Up, in 2003 on Sub Pop Records, to mostly positive reviews. The album reached number 114 on the US Billboard 200 album chart and received platinum certification from the Recording Industry Association of America. The group decided to disband two years later, viewing attempts at a follow-up as unnecessary.
The band has regrouped twice for the anniversaries of Give Up, in both 2013 and 2023; each time they were accompanied by a rotating cast of support musicians, including Laura Burhenn, Jen Wood, and Dave Depper.
This is possibly the most ridiculous music criticism I've ever seen here. You've managed to choose four bands that sound nothing alike, and then lump them all into the same dismissive bucket. Bravo, I salute you.