Текстове на песни: Centro-Matic. Aerial Spins/Nautical Wilderness.

It's ten thousand leagues until we reach waterfront
The captain concedes we're not lost for now
With aerial spins in nautical wilderness
Ocean-fed surplus, we're not lost for now.
Just can't see how
The night will prevail, situation's intractable
We won't kiss the waterfront.
We're not lost for now.
Just can't see how.