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Record label: Bridge Nine
Song language: English
Orbiter |
Tired stars navigate the tiny storms teeming on the far shores Of your waist, |
tired of waiting for my stationary third world |
To rotate, so you filled it with oxygen |
And watched as it floated away |
How could you do that to me? |
I start to relate as the meridians trace lines |
Straight up through your face |
And I orbit around your personal space |
Tunnel out through your psychology to escape |
How could you do that to me? |
These are the sirens having come to test your hope |
Saying, «Oh, we’ve sewn stones in your throat |
Thrown you overboard the boat |
Now float.» |