She shakes her feather hand ...
I count the days that youve been missing.
He flows through space away
And feel this focus flame
It comes out slow as in the...
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Our hands are spinning slow
The captain of its own
I hold it in my lungs and let it go.
These mountains ...
Creators of a realm
The paranoia is alive and well.
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Our head is spinning slow
The captain of its own
I hold it in my lungs and let it go.
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?