The Oldest Running Feature    We all agree you’re like the sea, we climb in tiny boats to breathe  The air you move, a gentle cold, the oldest living teacher  And I float on your blue lagoon beneath the yellow moon  Your hands touch me and I forget just who I was before  I would swim if you would let me, wait for me    We all agree you’re like the sun, we climb in tiny ships that burn  To catch a glimpse of what you stole, the oldest running feature  And I wait for your gravity to pull me in you see, but your eyes  Tell me that your afraid of what you mean to me  I would die if you would let me, wait for me    If the sky would fall and I could reach   I’d sort ‘em out the things you need   This film is old, but it still plays on every screen inside my brain   So I will twist and I will bend   The final scene to change the end    We all agree you’re like the sea we climb in tiny boats to breathe    these lyrics are submitted by The Grownup Noise