Let's take a map of the world
Tear it into pieces
All
The handshake
Seals a contract
From the contract
There's no turning back
The
The grabbing hands, grab all they can
Everything counts in large
All of these insurmountable tasks
That lay before me
All of the
Lots of surprises in store
This isn't a party
It's a whole
Get out the crane
Construction time again
What is it this time
We're
Do you ever get that feeling
When the guilt begins to
The landscape is changing
The landscape is crying
Thousands of acres of
And do those feet in modern times
Walk upon the flowers
And
We're lying by the orange sky
Two million miles across the