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BRAND NEW lyrics : "Flying At Tree Level (Version 1.0)"

Send out an S.O.S. call. It's a quarter past four in the morning. The storm
broke our second anchor line. Four months at sea, for months of calm seas to be
pounded. The shallows off the tip of Montauk Point. In calm rows, they travel

fast and alone. One hundred foot faces of God's good ocean gone wrong. They
call, "Love is a risk to always get hit out of nowhere by some wave and end up
on your own." The hole in the hull defied the crew's attempt to bail us out.

Flooded the engines and radio. Half-buried bow. Your tongue is a rudder, steers
the whole ship, sends your words past your lips, keeps me safe behind your
teeth. But the wrong words will strand you. Come off-course while you sleep.

Sweep your boat out to sea. You're dashed to bits on the reef. Vessel groans,
the ocean pressures its frame. To the port I see the lighthouse through the
sleet and the rain. And I wish for one more day to give my love and repay debts.

The morning finds our bodies washed up thirty miles west. They say that the
captains, they stash with the ship, through still and storm. But this ain't the
Dakota and the water's cold. Won't have to fight for long. This is the end. This

story's old but it goes on and on until we disappear. This is the calm. Calm me
and let me taste the salt you breathe will heal me underneath. I am the one who
haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea… after the storm. I spoke

the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean. I know that this
is what you want… right here with me. A funeral keeps both of us apart… washed
up on the beach. You know that you are not alone. I need you like water in my

lungs… this is the end

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