In old long black and white photos
We're born and held up to the sun
Find the horizon by starlight
Give rise to buildings in the skies
Now we think with conventional wisdom
and we're always making plans
I'm a spaceship in a new skin
and we'll race into the night
And I'll stay, and I won't go away
cause I've broken all the clocks
Real love, it al ways waits its time
and it's pointing at the sun
Using our hands and our feet
Now we can walk into the street,
the blue in the sky is the ocean
We're just wishing on a star,
stealing the story from pictures
And we'll race into the night
Cause I've broken all the clocks
And it's pointing at the sun
Cause I've broken all the clouds
And it always weighs a ton,
An d it's pointing at the sun
Lifting myself from the sea
I'm lifting myself from the sea
I'm lifting myself from the sea
I'm lifting myself from the sea
Lifting myself from the sea
I'm lifting myself from the sea
I'm lifting myself from the sea
I'm lifting myself from the sea
In all the black and white photos
We're born and head up to the sun
On a spaceship in our new skin
and we're ra cing through the night
cause I've broken all the clocks
Real love, it always waits its turn
and it's pointing at the sun
And I'll stay, and I won't go away
cause I've broken all the clocks
and it always waits its turn
An d it's pointing at the sun
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