The Protagonist Suddenly Realizes What He Must Do In The Middle Of Downtown Traffic Songtext

Past the Atlantic gaps and the spaces it has
from a birthing home to a find a place
We all counteract with visions intact
with great impossibles and most crowded doorways

I have the greatest plan involving everyone else.
We all and a map of muses travel to shores,
scarred with wars, we'll never be apart again.
Hold on to your faces