The air is oh so thick
There's not a single breeze
The day lies dazed upon the shelf
Beyond a painted window out on a far horizon
There stands a steamboat in the sun
I rised my eyes and stared into that paralyzing light
But god had left the iron skies
This day will last forever, we pushed the final buttons
And someone disconnected time
We are here in Montego Bay..
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