Text: Forward, Russia. Spanish Triangles.

It's early and too dark
To make decisions but
We are cold

When Plymouth is too dark
To make decisions we
Sit and wait

It came as no surprise
To see the air alight
But later I found care
We all felt cold

And once
Each time
We live
We explored
In thought
And deed
And word
We all have our own minds

We drift on our own thoughts
But you aren't different
You are not
Can't you see
The bullet on the green
Myth or not
Affected me
Is this it
Is one death all there is
Is life connected
As I try and go
I appear locked in

And once
Each time
We live
We explored
In thought
And deed
And word
We all have own minds

Turn your ships around
Turn your ships around
Haul your ships back south
Yes turn your ships around
Turn your ships around
We are all armadas now
Won't you turn your ships around
We are all armadas now
Yes won't you turn your ships around
We are all armadas now
Yes won't you turn your ships around
We are all armadas now
And in thought
And deed
And word
We explored
The noise
And space
That's in between
Is ours to shape and mould
So won't you turn your ships around
We are all armadas now
Yes won't you turn your ships around
We are all armadas now
Yes won't you turn your ships around
We are all armadas now
Yes won't you turn your ships around
We are all armadas now
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