Из альбома: Antics
If time is my 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
Some get faith before they die
Then through the stars we will navigate
Through the holes in your eyes
How many days will it take to land?
How many ways to reach abandon?
Swoon, baby, starry nights
May our bodies remain
You move with me I'll treat you right, baby
May our bodies remain
There is love to be made
So, just stay here for this while
Perhaps heartstrings resuscitate
The fading sounds of your life
Swoon, baby, starry nights
May our bodies remain
As deep we move I'll feed you light, baby
May our bodies remain
In history I'll treat you right
I'm honest that way