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The quiet oil painted sky, on canvas made of hope
Invites the worm - grow wings and fly, and cross the Heavens' envelope
And so he does, and so others, and so do all his friends and brothers
Lifted high upon a dream, at the other end of the telescope
And here I wait to hear their call, to join them in the festival
Yet here I wait, to hear their call - Yet here I wait

Time begins to spread so thin, a mask that's hiding sallow skin
And I realise now, that canvas' plot - that I'm the one that time forgot
And, like lights projected on a screen, I see the stars - but not the space between

I just want to open up my eyes
And see the melting sun beneath the sky
And how its love just glistens off the stream
And holds me here content within this dream
And I'll sail away, sail away, sail away, sail away

A whisper in the air evokes a tear
Tells me I'm no longer welcome here
But I don't want to leave this quiet place
When all that waits outside is empty space
So I'll sail away, sail away, sail away, sail away

I swear I'll never hide again
I swear I'll meet you in the end
I swear I'll look out for the signs
If you let me drown this time
Sail away, sail away, sail away, sail away

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