The bell rings in the middle of the night; its shrill noise bounces around the room
The plan you discuss entails getting on a well-made fake airship
And flying across the Auckland forest
How much have I cried, how much have I fake smiled here
My sun won’t disappear, it won’t cool down, 300 miles ahead
Tomorrow we will act nonchalant and get on a well-made fake airship
Our fluid moods go up and down; Yes, we were just bored
The dream that reflects off the flask and the lamp stays empty as it sways
How much have I cried, how much have I fake smiled here
My sun is drab, it doesn’t shine, 300 miles ahead
How much have I cried, how much have I fake smiled here
How much have I cried, how much here-
It won’t quit, it won’t cool down, it won’t disappear, 300 miles ahead
My sun won’t disappear again, 300 miles ahead