If time is my vessel, then learning to love

might be my way back to sea

The flying, the metal, the turning above,

these are just ways to be seen…

 

We all get paid,

yeah some get faith before they die,

then through stars we will navigate

through the holes in your eyes…

 

How many days will it take to land?

How many ways to reach abandon?

Oh, abandon

 

Oh, so swoon, baby, starry nights,

may our bodies remain

You move with me, I’ll treat you right, baby,

may our bodies remain

 

There is love to be made,

so just stay here for this while.

Perhaps heartstrings resuscitate,

the fading sounds of your life…

 

How many days will it take to land?

How many ways to reach abandon?

Oh, abandon

 

So swoon baby starry nights,

may our bodies remain

As deep we move, I’ll feed you light, baby,

may our bodies remain

Oh yeah in history, I’ll treat you right, baby,

I’m honest that way, hey!

 

Swoon baby starry nights,

may our bodies remain…

 

Interpol (1997) – Public Pervert, Antics (2004)