Airplane Mode
Alex Wilson
Description
"Airplane Mode" is a breezy and infectious dance-pop track that captures the excitement and intimacy of a romantic getaway. The song uses the metaphor of airplane mode to represent a desire to disconnect from the world and focus solely on a shared connection. With a catchy chorus, sparkling production, and relatable travel imagery, it's a perfect soundtrack for escaping the everyday and embracing the moment. The song's playful lyrics and upbeat tempo create a lighthearted and joyful atmosphere, ideal for radio play, streaming, and sync placements.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Ride-share humming to Terminal 2, Your hand finds mine like a boarding cue. Gate change, latte, seat by the glass, You smirk, “no rush”… we still cut past. You toss your jacket in the overhead calm, I’m aisle, you’re window—perfect balm. [Pre-Chorus] Pull down the shade, let the world turn slow, Tray tables up—tell me where we go. [Chorus] Put us on airplane mode, No notifications, only skin and soul. Cruising at a thousand told-you-so’s, Clouds on repeat while the seatbelt holds. Taxi, takeoff—hearts in code, You kiss like runway lights in rows. Yeah, tonight we’re airplane mode, Above the noise where only we both know. [Post-Chorus] Fly—fly—fly. High—high—high. [Verse 2] Snack cart flirting with our little booth, You steal the peanuts; I steal the truth. Map on the screen drawing lines we’ve crossed, Thirty-eight thousand and nothing lost. Captain says weather, I hear your laugh, We hit a soft bump—call it a graph. [Pre-Chorus] Read me your eyes like the safety card, Step one: lean in—yeah, that part. [Chorus] Put us on airplane mode, No interruptions, keep it locked and closed. Cruising where the casual can’t go, Just two seats wide in a velvet zone. Taxi, takeoff—hearts in code, Kiss me through the cabin glow. Yeah, tonight we’re airplane mode, ’Til tires kiss home and we still don’t slow. [Bridge] If there’s turbulence, hold my sleeve, We’ll ride it smooth like a melody. When we descend back into phones, Promise my name lands first on yours. [Chorus] Put us on airplane mode, Miles of hush where the secrets grow. Cruising past the city’s show, Call it first class when you pull me close. Taxi, takeoff—hearts in code, Runway afterglow down below. Yeah, tonight we’re airplane mode, Touch down soft… and keep it on the low. [Tag] “Buckle up? Already did.” Fly—fly—fly. High—high—high.