Pin to your intuition, is there a space between
Every uniform citizen, living this mystery
And in this isolation, there's a silent calm
And I'm through the leaves of past
And the past again, this is going underneath my feet
And the birds will sing, you are everything
And the land will sing, you are nothing
You're nothing
We are mad aspiration, all they want from us
Is a new direction, better than the first
And if you find them on the cliffs, of tugimoro
Let them go, yeah
Through the leaves of past
And the past again, this is going underneath my feet
And the birds will sing, you are everything
And the land will sing, you are nothing
You're nothing

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