Chance brought me down on your side, she's just along for the ride.
Wings melt and we hide, and all this means nothing to the sun.
Are we leaving this one?
Mine comes true here, bruised, expanding clear.
Mind full of you here, I won't claim losses in the sun.
Are we leaving this one?
And swift out, she goes to the last frame.
Short lives and long days and if I stay, then we'll lay way to you.
Your ocean spreads out on sunbeams, radiant, knowing.
And your hand looks so nice in mine.
And its been a thousand years seen since inception,
and you're radiant, glowing.
And they say that you're doing fine.
Your ocean spreads out on sunbeams, radiant, knowing.
Your hand looks so nice in mine.
And the new construct will have both of us,
stapled to the island for awhile.
And they say that you're doing fine.
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