FMera Pacific Or Greenwich Mean Lyrics

All around me I…
Second guess where they go
(guess where they go)
Spin out and away

I know he’ll ask me…
What will they do?
(what will they do?)
And before I can say..

Slowing down
Break release
We’re losing ground
Nothing can save us now

Like a pilot in a war
In a deep lake of night
(deep lake of night)
And rows of grey

There are flags on the floor
But they don’t wave us in
(don’t wave us in)
I hear the engine whine

It’s slowing down
And the break release
We’re losing ground
Nothing can save us now

ah…
I believe it’s called loneliness

My design
Had a small flaw
And no machine
Can bring us home now

ah…
I believe it’s called loneliness