I like the way you survive just keep blowing at that pretty blue flame that's burning you alive it's time it's just time the shifting shoreline's hidden hands might show you one black feathered wing sticking up from the sand but you'll still fly you'll still fly so take a camera from the pile and if it speaks less than a thousand words yeah if it tells a lie you're right you're always right before new day arrives we'll leave our buried shoeboxes, our capsules filled with time and come alive we'll come to life... so take a camera from the pile and if it speaks less than a thousand words yeah if it tells a lie you're right you're always right before new day arrives we'll leave our buried shoeboxes our capsules filled with time and come alive we'll come to life... the way you hold your head up when you're not even sure where your next moment's coming from it's you it's just you