She shakes her feather hand ... I count the days that youve been missing. He flows through space away And feel this focus flame It comes out slow as in the... Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Our hands are spinning slow The captain of its own I hold it in my lungs and let it go. These mountains ... Creators of a realm The paranoia is alive and well. Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Our head is spinning slow The captain of its own I hold it in my lungs and let it go. Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you?