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
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