[00:47.03]Chimes sing Sunday morn
[00:51.34]Today's the day she's sworn
[00:56.00]To steal what she never could own
[01:00.67]And race from this hole she calls home
[01:10.34]Now you're at the wheel
[01:14.10]Tell me how, how does it feel?
[01:19.22]So good to have equalized
[01:23.71]To lift up the lids of your eyes
[01:33.16]As the mile they disappear
[01:37.78]See land begin to clear
[01:42.75]Free from the filth and the scum
[01:46.87]This American satellites won
[01:56.74][02:05.94][03:01.57][03:10.93]She'll carry on through it all
[02:00.47][02:09.42][03:05.29][03:14.72]She's a waterfall
[02:15.13]See the steeple pine
[02:19.58]The hills as old as time
[02:24.43]Soon to be put to the test
[02:28.60]To be whipped by the winds of the west
[02:38.42]Stands on shifting sands
[02:42.87]The scales held in her hands
[02:47.46]The wind it just whips her away
[02:52.19]And fills up her brigantine sails

Chimes sing Sunday morn
Today's the day she's sworn
To steal what she never could own
And race from this hole she calls home
Now you're at the wheel
Tell me how, how does it feel?
So good to have equalized
To lift up the lids of your eyes
As the mile they disappear
See land begin to clear
Free from the filth and the scum
This American satellites won
She'll carry on through it all
She's a waterfall
See the steeple pine
The hills as old as time
Soon to be put to the test
To be whipped by the winds of the west
Stands on shifting sands
The scales held in her hands
The wind it just whips her away
And fills up her brigantine sails