one thing i've got to practice
is gettin' out quicker
gettin' out before i get chewed up, so much
the longer i stayed
i grew sicker and sicker
but i never grew quite numb to the touch
travel and land
new view
new place to stand
new place to leave
kissed here by the golden morning
dreams as silhouettes on the floor, always moving
and i'll dance into
the full exposure of the afternoon
then nightfall's deadly beauty
will follow soon
travel and land
new view
new place to stand
new place to leave
we can hold hands
we can let our guts out
decorate a canvass
we can say goodbye, and cry
i'll be back as rain
again and again
i've made my bed
laid my head
on a cloud above the ocean
travel and land
new view
new place to stand
new place to leave
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