I’ll defect to the south you say
I’ll defect to the lovers
To the church of the living waves
To the sound of the sea
I’ll pluck apples from the swaying tree
I’ll defect to the summer
Where all borders are drawn
By the flight of a wailing bee
Build my house high upon a cliff
Where the sages ’re still humming
Where the sun would reveal itself
In the prints of my feet
I’ll be alright 'nith the silver moon
By the crystal boom
Of the fall, water fall
Just wait for me
Welcome to Greece boys
Just let your hair fall
Just let your mind go
Everything’s free
After this long fall
Buy up this old soul
Trinkets and toys boys
Everything’s free
Feet hurt, legs hurt
Feeling old, man
Everyone’s gone, man
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