Woorden:
Farewell Continental

When I was young I had a dream That I was floating In a submarine I steered it left and right Through darkest days and Endless evil empty nights Then

I can feel it in the center of my heart I can feel it in the dark and lonely parts I can feel it in the voice that calls my name I can feel it as it

So full of shit I need another hit Tattered and torn Looseleaf paraded storm Blinded by the sound of silence Someone save me, someone take me home

Cape Cape Canaveral Go go catastrophe She?s into medicine Neck deep in therapy Where she goes I go She?s a lonely girl Down with the Dramamine Up with

There was cause for alarm when the girl cut her arms I believed in her words, I believed it could hurt There is doubt in her eyes like a chorus of night

on harder than ever before? I can try my hardest, I can try no more Radio, Radio (Are You Getting This) Loud and clearly, here we are [x3] Talking: Farewell Continental

We are waiting for the guns of navarone To blow our minds and heal our wounded souls We are waiting for the chance to make amends Don't just sit there

That satellite, it is a pretty thing, it glows really bright, it burns everything. We float like aerosol, we rupture through illuminati, We spin like

Slipping down into the mercury All tension disappears It's been years since I've been anywhere Anywhere but here I dedicate this anniversary Of truth