[Pre-Chorus]
The turn of the century
That's turning out wrong
No matter what words they say
You can rest assured
[Chorus]
The stinging wind
Surrounding is
Pulling strings
And clipping wings
I knew there was no time
We can dream
And speak through sleep
And in our minds
Pick out the signs
I ruined all the lines
[Pre-Chorus]
The turn of the century
That's turning out wrong
No matter what words they say
You can rest assured
[Verse 1]
She comes over to me
And takes a seat right across from the sea
She answers questions and pulls from the deep
The turn of the century
That's turning out wrong
No matter what words they say
You can rest assured
[Chorus]
The stinging wind
Surrounding is
Pulling strings
And clipping wings
I knew there was no time
We can dream
And speak through sleep
And in our minds
Pick out the signs
I ruined all the lines
[Pre-Chorus]
The turn of the century
That's turning out wrong
No matter what words they say
You can rest assured
[Verse 1]
She comes over to me
And takes a seat right across from the sea
She answers questions and pulls from the deep
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