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A Land Of Long Evenings - Surface Of Atlantic
No one inside
But ghosts
That collide
Staring they leave me no way out
We all went to see how dark was the night
Everything's perfect every time
We separate like the roads that I'm driving
Infinite blacks and broken lines
There's something about this morning light
Again and again the fall sunrise
You're taking me on the lonesome battle
Ending down where the great ships hide you
As I got here the sun was burning
As I got here the moon went down
Downwards
Round and round
As I got here the sun was burning
As I got here the moon went down
Downwards
Round and round and round and round and round
