Text: Mates of State. So Many Ways.

There are only so many ways to earn your own surprise
I know we're giving up too soon
There are only so many ways to float upon the sea
It makes no difference to me

It must be pretty nice my fellow man
We'll miss you much
I think we overestimate our places underground

Ooo, done
Ooo, dust
Ooo, done

Jason:
There are only so many ways to earn your own surprise
It's written down and cannot be changed
If that's what you believe

Kori:
I know we're giving up too soon
I'm never coming here again
It makes no difference to me

Jason:
There are only so many ways to float upon the sea
Or collapse on Union Street
I know that you'll be there

Kori:
I know there's beauty in the fool
So I'll keep reminding you'll agree


It must be pretty nice within your clan
I'll miss you much
I think we overestimate our places underground

Nothing and everything

Oh, oh what have you given me?
Nothing and everything

Ooo, done
Ooo, dust
Ooo, done

There are only so many ways to pardon our divide
Let's sew the canyon to the sky

It must be pretty nice my fellow band
I'll miss you much
I think we overestimate our places underground

Oh, oh what have you given me?
Nothing and everything
Done