Saint Peter's beside me No matter where they find me. I trust that you feel it I guess we still believe it We'll hunt for extinction I'll get right back to you somehow I'll get right back to you somehow. The city keeps blinking I'd rather drown myself in Then ocean then live as another fish in the tank I hope that you'll be there If I got back to you somehow And so it goes We're not cold enough to miss the warmth Unconscious behavior will ruin our perfect day out I know you're reluctant to start a new adventure No trouble, no worries I'll get right back to you somehow. I'll get right back to you somehow Farewell now, I'm leaving, I don't know if I'll be back Take care of your sacred and sweet imagination The ship is out sailing, I think I'm leaving you for good.