Eight Of Nine Lyrics - So Long, Astoria - Ataris

These hospital walls are the palest of white 

Here in this desert they're reciting my last rights 

The smell of these halls 

Brings temporary comfort 

As the oxygen flows through my blood 

El Corazon was poisoned tonight... 

She's on her eight of nine. 

When half of all your prayers are insincere, 

The other half are lies. 

Here is this watermark under this bridge. 

The point where it all crested, 

Rolled back and drifted into the sea. 

I climb from this wreckage 

As the smoke begins to clear from my lungs. 

The closest of close calls has happened tonight. 

It's time that I made things right 

For the first time, 

Since the last time. 

Let this moment of clarity 

Lift this curse that has been cast upon me. 

So appreciate the good times, 

But don't take the worst for granted. 

'Cause you only get so many second chances