We sink through boundless vasts of blue.
When we come home, at last: you'll see how silent it is.
This must be the most forlorn place in the world.
You'll see for yourselves.
What about us? Do you feel anything?
When we come home, at last: you'll see how silent it is.
This must be the most forlorn place in the world.
You'll see for yourselves.
What about us? Do you feel anything?