Send me the truth sweet bird of youth
I’ve got some trouble trying to understand
Beneath the veils of mystery
Are these the movements of an unseen hand
Our arms are filled with sunken treasure
Now our heads are filled with perfect sound
But do we truly see it til we’re placing it in the ground
Take just what you need from me
Cause the night is bearing down
Baby let’s go all the way this time
-david gray, last boat to america