Crew, signal is fading
There is no mission to control
Been running most of this life
To howl and moan
I know that it's hard to go
They don't know
Hang on grey eyes
There long time dies
We want to wade into the grace of aerodrome
But I think we might meet our doom
Hail, ship to shore
They've got the most, and still want more
Hell saddles until capsized
Fowl and throne
I know that it's hard to go
They don't know
Hang on grey eyes
There long time dies
We want to wade into the grace of aerodrome
But I think we might meet our doom
