On a tall drive up the mount
Surrounded by stars we count
I've got something to tell you about the desert:
Underneath oblivion,
We race into space
It's cold but the engine keeps us warm
Surrounded by stars we count
I've got something to tell you about the desert:
Underneath oblivion,
We race into space
It's cold but the engine keeps us warm
On A Hunt
Searching for a real atmosphere
We're On A Hunt
Drive due north until the clearing
Who are we meeting?
You ask with telepathy
In this dark age, in this moon spray
Tonight, I say, is the night for our getaway, getaway, getaway
We're on a hunt for transcendence and meaning….
Meaning….meaning….meaning
On A Hunt
Searching for a real atmosphere
We're On A Hunt
Drive due north until the clearing
Find my starship tonight….
Find my starship tonight….
Find my starship tonight….
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