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In which direction are we going?How many runaways are we stowing?Over the black sea with your arm around meIn whose honor have we gone missing?I am too hungry to imagineA different ending to this famineIn building chaos of calenders and clocksI missed a marked and I got us lostIt's standing eight countOut on the dark and shoreless watersComrade do you think we'll go under?On which horizon is my lover waking up?You pass this bottle and then I think too muchLean your body up against meMake believe that you still want meThe swell of white caps and a silver streak of lightHere on the bowline we pay clearly for our sizeIt's standing eight countLessons will come but wisdom will waitAnd whenever it does it's too lateWhat good are we now?With our backs on the groundOur faces both bloodied and bowedWhen we ought to know better by nowLetras de cancionesThe flat and troubled shapeless earthIt stretches further then you've heardNo love like our love, none older, none as cursedYou hurt the ones you love and we wouldn't doMuch worseHow many fingers am I showing?How many tears are you withholding?Beads of sweat pouring in our eyesIf it were blood we wouldn't know itIt's standing eight count From Letras Mania