The Protagonist Suddenly Realizes What He Must Do In The Middle Of Downtown Traffic Lyrics - The Most Serene Republic

Past the Atlantic gaps and the spaces it has 

To a perfect home, to a finer 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 

Well never be apart again 

Hold on to your faces 

Hold on to your faces 

Hold on to your faces 

Hold on to your faces 

Hold on to your faces