Antarctica Songtext / Lyric

Son, I share your windward dreams,
To soar from this little town of shacked up windows and swinging doors!
The rafters creak and the floorboards groan
While the shadows dance to the tapping of my toes. There’s nothing left for us but altitude,
We’ll be the kings of the air.
(There's nothing left for us here [x2])

There’s nothing left for us but altitude,
We’ll be the kings of the air.
(We'll be the kings of the air.)

Stolen, by the wind that turns the leaves to razors.
Holding just a string, our twine and our paper lost to the breeze. [x2]


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