So they rode the sea,
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It went on and on
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They were years away
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Though it seemed so long
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But the captain never told them what he knew
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As the poor ship laboured on through the endless blue.
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Oh the storm was strong
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And the ship was so frail
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But they stumbled on
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Raising broken sails,
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And they held the heavy sky on their open hands
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And they dreamed of when their poor feet would touch the land.
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Baby, we're going round in circles!
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Where is this place we're going to?
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Does anybody know we're out here on the waves?
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And are any of our signals coming through?
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We're going 'round in circles.
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We have no single point of view.
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And like the clouds that turn to every passing wind,
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We turn to any signal that comes through.
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At the edge of the sea
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Were the signs of the dove -
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But the wrong way out
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And the wrong way up.
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We pushed the empty frame of reason out the cabin door,
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No we won't be needing reason anymore.
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Ooh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah.
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Empty Frame
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| Brian Eno |
