automatic
silly sense of pain at finding you've been leaving
somehow traffic
folded on itself and they spent forty days explaining
that maybe the headlights don't light up the way...

so dramatic
messes of yourself especially in the myth of less is more oh
my gray attic
undermining what i do with the thoughts of what i didn't
maybe i should just jump up and be saved...

and i am on your side
i've been telling you for years
that i got one last chance on this flight
i won it in a bet
and if you hang up, don't stay mad
the line, this line, is not important
i'll spend height instead
regarding tomorrow, i will check in

slice through static
kill me first or risk reception of unwanted interference
oh i had it
until it slipped a little bit below the noise i did hear something
maybe the aerials don't radiate...

if i raced out to the edge of the sunlight
keeping locked in step with grayline
if i raced out to the edge of the sunlight, i'd see

if i raced out to the edge of the sunlight
keeping locked in step with grayline
if i raced out to the edge of the sunlight, i'd see
that maybe the stars don't daily fall away...

chorus

test pilot

BacK



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