Doves - Pop. 1280

One abandons the station

One goes down with the ship

They report each other as missing persons

How can one be absent

When no one else is left?

There won’t be anyone to bury

If we stay here long enough

Send me pigeons and doves

To tell me something good

They’ll fly in from paradise

The years go by

They scan the sky

The years go by

They take stock off if it’s worth it

The years go by

They scan the sky

The years go by

They take stock off if it’s worth it

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