Following the shadows of the skies or are they only figments of my eyes? And I'm feeling close to where the race is run Waiting in our boats to set sail, sea of joy
Once the door swings open into space and I'm already waiting in disguise Or is it just a thorn between my eyes? Waiting in our boats to set sail, sea of joy Having trouble coming through, through this concrete, blocks my view And it's all because of you
Or is it just a thorn between my eyes? Waiting in our boats to set sail, sea of joy
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