A passenger for the first two years of my life aboard, one fifth of my time on this hollow earth
Father if you hear me find a shore
I need to know
Will we breach the surface or is this tide our home
Somewhere an apples falling
Unaware of self or its former tree
Somewhere an orchards drowning fertile and hungry blessed by the sea
I'm not my father's son
I'd rather be drifting in the open sea
We need a miracle to save us soon or keep us all afloat
I welcome the triennial and its oversight
Losing crew to the ones in the water
They're patiently singing their song
"You're almost home, come overboard!"
As if the waves weren't enough
We're consumed and we're thrashed through the days we were fostered
I'm not my father's son i'd rather be lost at the bottom of the sea
If you take what I dreamt and made it true, we'd be 1 thousand leagues below
If you take what I dreamt and made it true, he'd be 5 thousand leagues below
Infrastructures - Foster 1460 Lyrics
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A passenger for the first two years of my life aboard, one fifth of my time on this hollow earth
Father if you hear me find a shore
I need to know
Will we breach the surface or is this tide our home
Somewhere an apples falling
Unaware of self or its former tree
Somewhere an orchards drowning fertile and hungry blessed by the sea
I'm not my father's son
I'd rather be drifting in the open sea
We need a miracle to save us soon or keep us all afloat
I welcome the triennial and its oversight
Losing crew to the ones in the water
They're patiently singing their song
"You're almost home, come overboard!"
As if the waves weren't enough
We're consumed and we're thrashed through the days we were fostered
I'm not my father's son i'd rather be lost at the bottom of the sea
If you take what I dreamt and made it true, we'd be 1 thousand leagues below
If you take what I dreamt and made it true, he'd be 5 thousand leagues below
Father if you hear me find a shore
I need to know
Will we breach the surface or is this tide our home
Somewhere an apples falling
Unaware of self or its former tree
Somewhere an orchards drowning fertile and hungry blessed by the sea
I'm not my father's son
I'd rather be drifting in the open sea
We need a miracle to save us soon or keep us all afloat
I welcome the triennial and its oversight
Losing crew to the ones in the water
They're patiently singing their song
"You're almost home, come overboard!"
As if the waves weren't enough
We're consumed and we're thrashed through the days we were fostered
I'm not my father's son i'd rather be lost at the bottom of the sea
If you take what I dreamt and made it true, we'd be 1 thousand leagues below
If you take what I dreamt and made it true, he'd be 5 thousand leagues below
Writer: Aaron Payton
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