We sink through boundless vasts of blue
When we come home, at last: You'll see how silent it is
This must be the most forlorn place in the world
You'll see for yourselves
What about us? Do you feel anything?
We sink through boundless vasts of blue
When we come home, at last: You'll see how silent it is
This must be the most forlorn place in the world
You'll see for yourselves
What about us? Do you feel anything?