From here No lines are drawn From here No lands are owned 13,000 and holding Swallowed in the purring of her engines Tracking the beacon here Is there a signal there On the other side? On the other side? "What do you mean, the side of what things?" And you said And you did And you said you would find me here And you said And you would find me even in death And you said And you said you'd find me But I can't see New York As I'm circling down Through white cloud, falling out And I know his lips are warm But I can't seem to find my way out My way out I can't see New York As I'm circling down Through white cloud, falling out And I know his lips are warm But I can't seem to find my way out My way out of this hunting ground From here Crystal meth in metres of millions In the end All we have: soul blueprint And did we get lost in it? Do we conduct a search for this From the other side? From the other side? "What do they mean, side of what things?" And you said And you did And you said you would find me here And you said that you would find me even in Death And you said And you said you'd find me But I can't see New York As I'm circling down Through white cloud, falling out And I know his lips are warm But I can't seem to find my way out My way out I can't see New York As I'm circling down Through white cloud, falling out And I know his lips are warm But I can't seem to find my way out My way out of your hunting ground You again It's you again I can't see I can't see New York I can't see I can't see New York From the other side I hum from the other side