[00:24.697]For the rest of our lives we"ll be swaying
[00:28.725]As laces and dirtied old soles
[00:32.710]From the branches young age's engagements
[00:37.268]Have flocked with the sparrows and gulls
[00:41.289]To o astoria
[00:53.633]Beneath the rails of old engines' abandon
[00:57.646]Between cracks in the gravel and moss
[01:01.900]Where the flickers of memories we flattened
[01:05.907]In the copper of pennies are lost
[01:10.735]In the shade shade of our glory
[01:14.475]At the hill where the old chapel stands
[01:18.492]There is held our beliefs where we left them
[01:22.518]In the skin of the tall pines the rocks and the sands
[01:26.793]Of o astiria
[02:08.128]There we on the water took count
[02:12.147]Of the moons that have orbited us and gave weight
[02:16.448]To our arms that could open but slight
[02:20.472]Though our words would change even gravity's might
[02:24.786]With the dust and the ash of our fathers passed
[02:28.778]Tucked neatly in our blood
[02:33.011]O what length we 've waited for this place to seek us out
[02:41.307]O astoria
[02:53.622]In the shade shade of our glory
[02:57.646]At the end of columbia's breath
[03:01.951]Did we know our beliefs when we forged them
[03:05.933]In the skin of the tall pines the rocks and the sands
[03:10.240]Of o astoria
[03:20.580]Ah u
[03:39.502]Ah ah ah ah