From here
No lines are drawn
From here
No lands are owned
13,000 and holding
Swallowed in the purring of her engines
Tracking the beacon here
Is there a signal there
On the other side?
On the other side?
"What do you mean,
the side of what things?"

And you said
And you did
And you said you would find me here
And you said
And you would find me even in death
And you said
And you said you'd find me
But I can't see New York
As I'm circling down
Through white cloud, falling out
And I know his lips are warm
But I can't seem to find my way out
My way out
I can't see New York
As I'm circling down
Through white cloud, falling out
And I know his lips are warm
But I can't seem to find my way out
My way out of this hunting ground

From here
Crystal meth in metres of millions
In the end
All we have: soul blueprint
And did we get lost in it?
Do we conduct a search for this
From the other side?
From the other side?
"What do they mean,
side of what things?"

And you said
And you did
And you said you would find me here
And you said that you would find me even in Death
And you said
And you said you'd find me
But I can't see New York
As I'm circling down
Through white cloud, falling out
And I know his lips are warm
But I can't seem to find my way out
My way out
I can't see New York
As I'm circling down
Through white cloud, falling out
And I know his lips are warm
But I can't seem to find my way out
My way out of your hunting ground

You again
It's you again
I can't see
I can't see New York
I can't see
I can't see New York
From the other side
I hum from the other side