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I’m alone above the atmosphere |
| [00:12.910] |
And no one looking up can find me here |
| [00:14.900] |
Cuz I can close my eyes and disappear |
| [00:22.800] |
When I climb the stairs to watch the sun |
| [00:25.390] |
Above the station walls, the colors run |
| [00:29.700] |
To fill the swimming pool when I am done |
| [00:32.369] |
I am the captain of an oil tanker |
| [00:39.680] |
That travels through your veins |
| [00:43.290] |
When the satellites hang all around |
| [00:46.730] |
And I can finally hear the lovely sound |
| [00:50.410] |
When all the engines in the back room die down |
| [00:52.900] |
All the airships move across the sky |
| [01:01.960] |
And my equipment just keeps standing by |
| [01:04.450] |
The planets glow and intensify |
| [01:12.0] |
I am the pilot of a cargo airplane |
| [01:14.310] |
That travels through your veins |
| [01:18.740] |
When you are lying half asleep in your room |
| [01:25.740] |
Unaware if it is midnight or afternoon |
| [01:28.860] |
Because the water doesn’t flood the stairwell |
| [01:39.890] |
It could be raining but then you can never tell |
| [01:42.340] |
If you’re alone in this awful downpour |
| [01:49.130] |
Then struggle free and paddle out the cellar door |
| [02:05.160] |
In the evening light, the boulevard |
| [02:06.970] |
Conceals the night with dis-regard |
| [02:11.900] |
For all the workers in a West Coast shipyard |
| [02:15.520] |
When I rearrange the silverware |
| [02:22.890] |
And reinstall the lights and captain’s chair |
| [02:26.380] |
I’ll lift the ceiling off to breathe the ocean air |
| [02:29.440] |
I am the engineer of 40 freight trains |
| [02:36.930] |
That travel through your veins |
| [02:38.110] |
When you are lying half asleep in your room |
| [02:47.720] |
Unaware if it is midnight or afternoon |
| [02:53.150] |
Because the water doesn’t flood the stairwell |
| [03:01.390] |
It could be raining but then you can never tell |
| [03:08.870] |
If you’re awake in this awful downpour |
| [03:10.870] |
Then struggle free and paddle out the cellar door |
| [03:23.100] |
When you are swimming in Miami at night |
| [03:25.110] |
I’m all around you in the traffic and city light |
