Behind the burning Isthmus of light lies Europa.
A bottle in the wake.
Send a message to man,
that I have gone away.
Into a place where,
I can watch your world,
burn away.
Into a place where,
I can script my own peace
A bottle in the wake.
Send a message to man,
that I have gone away.
Into a place where,
I can watch your world,
burn away.
Into a place where,
I can script my own peace