losing something (is finding something else)

pack your bags

we're leaving soon

be here now

we'll take you too

'cross the sea

not coming back

you wouldn't believe in what you have in front of you

back into the ocean

move

doesn't make a lot more true

still life comes and silver dawn draws near

young arrow

cool breeze and blue spirit

rose up over the mountain and looked down on the valley below

the high tide of romance that gifts to a garden

nowhere to run but up here now

like a feeling

you've got to get your head up here

with me in the stratosphere

teapot tone in the lover's shack

but who knows when we'll be back again? yeah

yeah

yeah

merrily

we'll roam the lawn

di doo da

di doo doo dum

losing something is finding something else