If time is a vessel, then learning to love
Might be my way back to sea
The flying, the metal, the turning above
These are just ways to be seen
We all get paid
Yeah some get faith before they die
Then through stars we will navigate
Through the holes in your eyes
How many days will it take to land?
How many ways to reach abandon?
Oh, abandon
Oh, so swoon, baby, starry nights
May our bodies remain
You move with me, I'll treat you right, baby
May our bodies remain
There is...
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