Breathe the sky until the atmosphere
Comes clean with you
Clean with you
Carve the sun into a diagram
That reads to you
Reads to you
Cross your heart, hope to die
Calm your voice, set your eye
Turn your back and go.
Meet me maybe on the afternoon
You find the words
Find the words
Hear my voice again and laugh with me
But keep your nerve
Keep your nerve
Leave the land alone, light the lamps
Count the cost, take the chance
Lose the life you know.
Cross your heart, hope to die
Calm your voice, set your eye
Turn your back and go.

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