We're swerving in and out of lanes with our coincidings pains.
Would you calm down please?
And though you say it's not the case, we're full of irony and space and you know it.
But oh, you've know it all along.
You see this constant change in plans is tossed about in plastic hands.
Don't you feel that?
And though we're out here on our own,
We're a thousand miles from home.
We could make it, and we could take this in our hands.
We could fall between these lines if you would work with me.
I could pull you from the cellar; we could break these chains together.
And you'll become just what you always meant to be.
From this darkness, we're escaping as we're climbing from the belly of the sea.
And all these battle lines are placed, though their meaning's been erased into silence.
so we stayed and stood our ground, though there was no one to be found.
We were so afraid, but we just stood on anyway.
Don't you wait.
You know that you were made for this.
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