We set drifitng in search of facts.
It seems indeed, life feels abstract.
Several years with one faint sun.
This last debt that holds no line.

Making our way through time and space.
Exploring all three to infinity.
Suitcase is packed, flyin' three.
Watching the stars aline, you came over time.
All the while sippin' on some bitches' tea.

In dark of night a hope would shine, for us to find when we arrive.
A radiant light, the river's kind, can get them now, but perhaps one time.

Making our way through time and space.
Exploring all three to infinity.
Suitcase is packed, flyin' free.
Watching the stars aline, you came over time.
All the while..
(x3)
..sippin' on some vintage tea.

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