Write me a letter write it by hand
Tell me everything you wanna
Do before the end
I think we'll make it another seventy years
At a hundred and one the only
Color we'll see is clear

This future's blacker than a black hole
And I know it's hard to get a read
On when's the right time to fold
If you keep on keeping on and keep
Your eyes fixed on the road
You'll make it, oh til we are star stuff
Steady in a coal mine sky
Wherever you go I go
I hit Jupiter and hang a right
It's a slow ride, it's a slow ride

Earth's shifting temperatures rise
But I'll never forget the way
Your skin tastes in july
Tastes like peaches, tastes like firelight
When the park stops burning we
Can saddle up our bikes

If this city should underwater go
I will gather up sticks and I
Will build my love a boat
Float down oil river - float
Gently down the stream
Pinch til I bleed i want to
See how hard i'm dreaming

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