It gets better! They said “I told you, you worry too much.” If you can fall off the map and still find yr way back that’s enough. All the bluffs and the cuffs won’t matter, sun goes down on everything. Stop dredging doom from the oceans, start hanging out with some new songs. I’d like that. Whatever comes next, all pretty sunsets. I’d like that. No petty regrets. A perfect soundtrack, all pretty sunsets. It gets better. The universe fixes itself. I ain’t seen Roisin much but I heard she’s fallen in love. So I write that we write our own luck. And I like how I like we’ve grown up. Sun comes up on everything. Get the record out, send the sigils, scale those peaks! I’m not scared of sparks in the air or ghosts on the stereo. (Don’t you remember?) I just know I’m this close to letting go; about a stone’s throw. I’d like that! Whatever comes next, all pretty sunsets. I’d like that! No sudden sidequests, a perfect soundtrack, all pretty sunsets, sure! (reach for the starship!) We form storms on the coast, ghosts in the stereo. I just know I’m this close to letting go. OK one last time; it's about a stone’s throw. I’d like that! Whatever comes next, all pretty sunsets. I’d like that! No cash-in come back, all pretty sunsets, a perfect soundtrack.