Lyrics: The Most Serene Republic. The Protagonist Suddenly Realizes What He Must Do In The Middle Of Downtown Traffic.

Past the Atlantic gaps and the spaces it has
To a perfect home, to a finer place

We all counteract with visions intact
With great impossibles and most crowded doorways

I have the greatest plan involving everyone else
We all and a map of muses
Travel to shores scarred with wars
We?ll never be apart again

Hold on to your faces
Hold on to your faces
Hold on to your faces
Hold on to your faces
Hold on to your faces