Whale

By Eight

On Moving

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Going through the motions

Trying to come to senses

Trying to work it out

Fallings' so predictable

But it's so unpredictable

Don't want to miss you now, don't want to settle down

Sit in the quiet world, I will know

The peace that passes all understanding

And when I saw your son, don't want to settle down

Too late to run, you've found your life

In him, in the lord, you say, to run

You've found it