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Description
The Agean sun on your eyes and face,
you've found your heaven, it's just a place.
You're still running, you'll never stop.
Call out your song to the mountain tops.

The current embraces you and sings your song,
pulls you forward and pushes you along.
Your soul is the color of the sky at night,
black or blood red, a mariner's delight.

Honey into mead, does it meet your needs?
Falling and spinning, it's dizzy indeed.
Clawing and churning and gnawing at fear;
you've been running for so long, now home is near.

Sleep with your eyes open and glassy,
Now you're entombed, under the sea.
You've found your peace and now you can rest,
sleeping forever in your Sunday best.

Description
The Agean sun on your eyes and face,
you've found your heaven, it's just a place.
You're still running, you'll never stop.
Call out your song to the mountain tops.

The current embraces you and sings your song,
pulls you forward and pushes you along.
Your soul is the color of the sky at night,
black or blood red, a mariner's delight.

Honey into mead, does it meet your needs?
Falling and spinning, it's dizzy indeed.
Clawing and churning and gnawing at fear;
you've been running for so long, now home is near.

Sleep with your eyes open and glassy,
Now you're entombed, under the sea.
You've found your peace and now you can rest,
sleeping forever in your Sunday best.