Airplanes

There's this amazing song called "Airplanes" by a band named Local Natives, and I haven't been able to get it out of my head for the last couple of days. It's just so good. I initially thought it was about wanting to get back together with an ex-lover. But apparently it's about the loss of a grandfather. The latter interpretation fits with the lyrics better.

The desk where you sit inside of a frame
made of, made of, of wood
I keep those chopsticks you had from when
you taught abroad, taught abroad, in Japan

I love it all
So much I call
I want you back, back, back
You back

I did not know you as well
as my father, father, knew you
Every question you took the time to sit and
look it up, look it up, encyclopaedia

I love it all
So much I call
I want you back, back, back
You back

I love it all
So much I call
I want you back, back, back
You back

It sounds like we would have had a great deal 
to say, to say, to each other
I bet when I leave my body for the sky
the wait, the wait, will be worth it

I love it all
So much I call
I want you back, back, back
You back

I love it all
So much I call
I want you back, back, back
You back

Happy listening and have a great day.

G.