Credits
Lyrics
If I'm going out I want to take with me
A month of golden sundays (sundays)
If we're going out, should we bring the map?
Or should we lose ourselves in meaning?
Where we are
In the blink of an eye, you get several meanings
Where we are
In the blink of an eye, you get several meanings
If you come back down be sure to hear the sound
Of xylophones gently breathing
Where we are
In the blink of an eye, you get several meanings
Where we are
In the blink of an eye, you get several meanings
Question what's in sight as the sun is setting
And the airplane hit boundaries
Waterfalls fell on an optical atlas
What was remains the same
It took up residence
With a peculiar noise that's called "train director"
Where we are
In the blink of an eye, you get several meanings
Where we are
In the blink of an eye, you get several meanings
