So much of this past is dying
Ship's leading away, into the antarctic line
Dimly lit lanterns on the starboard side
Navigating to hold onto the best times
Oh these are the best of times...
Night time constellation arch into the coastline,
The coastline
The murky water between what's best and a blurry mind, a blurry mind
Oh Eta Carinae, remind
Navigating into the best of times
Well I just want to be here now
Wasting all the mile long minutes
Waiting for the perfect song to start the perfect night
Sunburnt and further away...
This arctic line, reminds me of the highway
And further away...
Airplanes along the skyway
Be your judgement or be mine
Whether rain or measured gold, or to sunshine
These days have no limit
Well I just want to be here now
Wasting all the mile long minutes
Waiting for the perfect song to start the perfect night
Mile long minutes
Mile long minutes
Mile long minutes
Well I just want to be here now
Wasting all the mile long minutes
Waiting for the perfect song to start the perfect night
Waiting for the perfect song to start the perfect life