dirt under my nails again
this hole keeps getting deeper
and i'm falling in
but sometimes all i want to do
is hold on to you
hold on to you
satellite will you help me find my way
back to the start
when the earth was ours
back to the start
when the earth was ours
the waves they pull me away
and take me out to sea
where i'm farther from grace
and all i do
i sail away from you
satellite will you help me find my way
back to the start
when the earth was ours
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