She's Just Along For The Ride

Wings Melt And We Hide

All This Means Nothing To The Sun

Are We Leaking This One

Mine Comes True Here

Bruised, Expanding Clear

Mine Full Of You Here

I Wont Claim (?) In The Sun

Are We Leaving This One

And Swift Out, She Goes To The Last Frame

Short Lives And Long Days In A Fast State

Then We'll Lay Way To You

Your Ocean Spreads Out On Sunbeams

Radiant, Knowing

And Your Hand Looks So Nice In Mine

And Its Been A Thousand New Seams Since Inception

And Radiant, Glowing

They Say That We're Doing Fine

And Your Ocean Spreads Out On Sunbeams

Radiant, Knowing

And Your Hand Looks So Nice In Mine

And The New-come Struggle Has Both Of Us

Stapled To The Island For Awhile.

And They Say That We're Doing Fine