Oh airborne eyes. Yeah, will see black storms. If the summer is gone. Let it slide by. . So let's take tonight. Ooh my little one. If the captain is right.
Everyone's on a long walk. Ten huttin', ten cuppin'. The same streets. She's the kind that paces a room, stares at the gloom with a globe in her hand now.
I can wait at the canyon's corner and I'm back away. I can see you looking into locuses that ease your mind. Won't peel your cowl back, I'm shaking up and you're stepping down.