LYRIC

The faith you are looking for is currently unavailable.
The doubt sinks in your heart because its so unattainable.
I’m aerial, I’m airborn, I’ve never touched the ground.
I’m territorial, I once was lost and now I’m found.

I just can’t breath anymore. You’re lucky I’m not alone.
You’re getting used to the sound sound sound sound sound.
I just can’t breath anymore. You’re lucky I’m not alone.
You’re getting used to the sound sound sound sound sound.

The faith you are looking for will never be available.
The show must go on whether or not you’re able.
I’m aerial, I’m airborn, I’ve never touched the ground.
I’m territorial, I once was lost and now I’m found.

I just can’t breath anymore. You’re lucky I’m not alone.
You’re getting used to the sound sound sound sound sound.
I just can’t breath anymore. You’re lucky I’m not alone.
You’re getting used to the sound sound sound sound sound.

Forming a line…Bending time…a shiny bird on a jet stream.
Forming a line…Bending time…a shiny bird on a jet stream.

Forming a line (forming a line) Bending time (we’ll bury time)
A shiny bird on a jet stream.

Forming a line (forming a line) Bending time (we’ll bury time)
A shiny bird on a jet stream.

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