Lost days in mari sol
Beta morphine blue
Dark clouds over the broad line
Trying shroud my moves

We stand so slight [bad word] you fight
I got lost and you got taken away

Slow moves out on corona
Trying to trace my debt
Rip back over the break line
Did you feel the wreck

We stand so slight [bad word] you fight

But you’ve seen life
Seen it move
Strike up in me
Strike out in you
You broke too soon
You got me wrong
There’s wheat there’s grain

But who wants to fly alone here
Are you gonna fly alone here
Are you gonna kill the pain
With all but air in your veins

And who wants to die alone here
Are you gonna die alone here
Don’t you know that
No eye has seen
The depth of [bad word] The [bad word] never settles
On us.