| His turbines twisting back to her
|
| Sea ripples like thin-skin surf
|
| Golden beauty of shadow clouds
|
| Purest desert for our lost souls
|
| Warmly kissed on the hand and their cheek
|
| She walked along the line, unravelled at the seams
|
| Unkind, even love will bring you down
|
| Turbines spinning back around
|
| Earth ripping under your skin
|
| Golden beauty of shadowless sins
|
| Twenty-four caret blue
|
| And me, my bloodlines revolving through you
|
| Tender billowing through his shell
|
| Two extremes together brings a life they’ll never tell
|
| There’s no way of knowing how
|
| Turning tables, engines down
|
| Start again, system in phase
|
| Your thin blue lines are written again
|
| There’s no way of knowing how
|
| Turning tables, engines down
|
| Start again, system in phase
|
| Your thin blue lines are written again |