| Here’s the map of the land | |
| Pour it through your old hand | |
| Give me more sand, more sand | |
| Help is here within the snake | |
| Home is here while you’re awake | |
| The end is near it’s dancing in the sand and then you try to be mosaic | |
| Help is near, we made a plan | |
| Move your feet through no man’s land | |
| If I know there’ll be no back home to be had | |
| In the bitterness of truth | |
| Where the curve of the horizon | |
| Feels like walking through a masterpiece | |
| Of evening blue in unread books | |
| And I fall but I can stand up | |
| Which right do I have to believe you | |
| Leave the wreck in the sun | |
| It’s on your head | |
| Into beyond | |
| In the bitterness of you | |
| And the bird is so golden | |
| Feel like walking through a starry night | |
| The sky is bright and burning | |
| And I fall but I still manage | |
| Which right do I have to deceive you | |
| Leave the wreck in the sun | |
| It’s on your head | |
| Into beyond | |
| Close your eyes it’s all around you | |
| And now the wires are all too tight | |
| I’ve fallen look around you | |
| I’m the lore you learned today | |
| I took a turn in my way | |
| And I shook the tide | |
| The plane is but a spec | |
| And Prevot has a gun | |
| One bullet two men | |
| The sky is white | |
| Feels like a magic carpet | |
| Come fly a dying man | |
| His shoulders are like ice capped | |
| Mountains in the sand | |
| Curve of the horizon is feminine so then | |
| The eyes do not see anymore | |
| Close your eyes it’s all around you | |
| The heat’s a blanket of decay | |
| Spirits dancing all around you | |
| Dusty coral hazy grey | |
| I’m the one to survive this | |
| Soul is curled up tide | |
| The plane is but a spec | |
| And Prevot has a gun | |
| One bullet two men | |
| The sky is white | |
| Feels like a magic carpet | |
| A wish for a dying man | |
| His shoulders are like ice capped | |
| Mountains in the sand | |
| Curve of the horizon is primitive man | |
| So we do not speak anymore | |
| Close your eyes now | |
| It’s all around you | |
| And you feel the wires are all too tight | |
| If I know there’ll be no back home | |
| Beyond, beyond into unknown | |
| Pour it through your hand | |
| Here’s the map of the land | |
| The horizon... | |
| And the bird is so golden | |
| Feels like a magic carpet | |
| Come fly a dying man | |
| The long haul back | |
| In no direction | |
| And no one knows we’re ok | |
| And the curve of the horizon | |
| A masterpiece | |
| Survival on adrenaline it’s over soon | |
| Doesn’t everyone have their own walk to walk | |
| Doesn’t everyone |
| Here' s the map of the land | |
| Pour it through your old hand | |
| Give me more sand, more sand | |
| Help is here within the snake | |
| Home is here while you' re awake | |
| The end is near it' s dancing in the sand and then you try to be mosaic | |
| Help is near, we made a plan | |
| Move your feet through no man' s land | |
| If I know there' ll be no back home to be had | |
| In the bitterness of truth | |
| Where the curve of the horizon | |
| Feels like walking through a masterpiece | |
| Of evening blue in unread books | |
| And I fall but I can stand up | |
| Which right do I have to believe you | |
| Leave the wreck in the sun | |
| It' s on your head | |
| Into beyond | |
| In the bitterness of you | |
| And the bird is so golden | |
| Feel like walking through a starry night | |
| The sky is bright and burning | |
| And I fall but I still manage | |
| Which right do I have to deceive you | |
| Leave the wreck in the sun | |
| It' s on your head | |
| Into beyond | |
| Close your eyes it' s all around you | |
| And now the wires are all too tight | |
| I' ve fallen look around you | |
| I' m the lore you learned today | |
| I took a turn in my way | |
| And I shook the tide | |
| The plane is but a spec | |
| And Prevot has a gun | |
| One bullet two men | |
| The sky is white | |
| Feels like a magic carpet | |
| Come fly a dying man | |
| His shoulders are like ice capped | |
| Mountains in the sand | |
| Curve of the horizon is feminine so then | |
| The eyes do not see anymore | |
| Close your eyes it' s all around you | |
| The heat' s a blanket of decay | |
| Spirits dancing all around you | |
| Dusty coral hazy grey | |
| I' m the one to survive this | |
| Soul is curled up tide | |
| The plane is but a spec | |
| And Prevot has a gun | |
| One bullet two men | |
| The sky is white | |
| Feels like a magic carpet | |
| A wish for a dying man | |
| His shoulders are like ice capped | |
| Mountains in the sand | |
| Curve of the horizon is primitive man | |
| So we do not speak anymore | |
| Close your eyes now | |
| It' s all around you | |
| And you feel the wires are all too tight | |
| If I know there' ll be no back home | |
| Beyond, beyond into unknown | |
| Pour it through your hand | |
| Here' s the map of the land | |
| The horizon... | |
| And the bird is so golden | |
| Feels like a magic carpet | |
| Come fly a dying man | |
| The long haul back | |
| In no direction | |
| And no one knows we' re ok | |
| And the curve of the horizon | |
| A masterpiece | |
| Survival on adrenaline it' s over soon | |
| Doesn' t everyone have their own walk to walk | |
| Doesn' t everyone |
| Here' s the map of the land | |
| Pour it through your old hand | |
| Give me more sand, more sand | |
| Help is here within the snake | |
| Home is here while you' re awake | |
| The end is near it' s dancing in the sand and then you try to be mosaic | |
| Help is near, we made a plan | |
| Move your feet through no man' s land | |
| If I know there' ll be no back home to be had | |
| In the bitterness of truth | |
| Where the curve of the horizon | |
| Feels like walking through a masterpiece | |
| Of evening blue in unread books | |
| And I fall but I can stand up | |
| Which right do I have to believe you | |
| Leave the wreck in the sun | |
| It' s on your head | |
| Into beyond | |
| In the bitterness of you | |
| And the bird is so golden | |
| Feel like walking through a starry night | |
| The sky is bright and burning | |
| And I fall but I still manage | |
| Which right do I have to deceive you | |
| Leave the wreck in the sun | |
| It' s on your head | |
| Into beyond | |
| Close your eyes it' s all around you | |
| And now the wires are all too tight | |
| I' ve fallen look around you | |
| I' m the lore you learned today | |
| I took a turn in my way | |
| And I shook the tide | |
| The plane is but a spec | |
| And Prevot has a gun | |
| One bullet two men | |
| The sky is white | |
| Feels like a magic carpet | |
| Come fly a dying man | |
| His shoulders are like ice capped | |
| Mountains in the sand | |
| Curve of the horizon is feminine so then | |
| The eyes do not see anymore | |
| Close your eyes it' s all around you | |
| The heat' s a blanket of decay | |
| Spirits dancing all around you | |
| Dusty coral hazy grey | |
| I' m the one to survive this | |
| Soul is curled up tide | |
| The plane is but a spec | |
| And Prevot has a gun | |
| One bullet two men | |
| The sky is white | |
| Feels like a magic carpet | |
| A wish for a dying man | |
| His shoulders are like ice capped | |
| Mountains in the sand | |
| Curve of the horizon is primitive man | |
| So we do not speak anymore | |
| Close your eyes now | |
| It' s all around you | |
| And you feel the wires are all too tight | |
| If I know there' ll be no back home | |
| Beyond, beyond into unknown | |
| Pour it through your hand | |
| Here' s the map of the land | |
| The horizon... | |
| And the bird is so golden | |
| Feels like a magic carpet | |
| Come fly a dying man | |
| The long haul back | |
| In no direction | |
| And no one knows we' re ok | |
| And the curve of the horizon | |
| A masterpiece | |
| Survival on adrenaline it' s over soon | |
| Doesn' t everyone have their own walk to walk | |
| Doesn' t everyone |
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