And all we had was ending
Melting away on AA67
Hands clutched, wishing

That every little sound found a permanent home
That last day in Barca danced with the weight of the world
Singing that it's all right, it's OK, it's just unknown
Crisp and Grace react with a spin and a

Running uphill with Phil
Trying to channel the grey
Of my science and charity
(The holly returns)

As two fear the title, " And then there was one"
Vale! A Quotidiano band aid was set at the edge of the world
A feeling of being all right, being OK, set and the plan evolved
You want me to affirm, but I won't

I won't stop the remaining feelings of ebbing
Wary of repeating, wary of defeating
The fire of Bouldin

I see it in the Picasso postcards
I hear it in the Southern Ghost march
I wanted an easy simile of a puzzle
But the sublime just doesn't fit in a frame
It's sheer

The rune is getting the last laugh
The need to be seen returns to form
As the soon starts to change to the forefront
The rune returns to

The rune is getting the last laugh
The need to be seen returns to form
As the soon starts to change to the forefront
The rune returns to

I can see it
In the cities of the sycamores
Another drink alone
Noise and beauty, frame dismantled
It's ultra
It's ultra