Doves

One abandons the station
One goes down with the ship
They report each other as missing persons
How can one be absent
When no one else is left?
There won’t be anyone to bury
If we stay here long enough
Send me pigeons and doves
To tell me something good
They’ll fly in from paradise
The years go by
They scan the sky
The years go by
They take stock off if it’s worth it
The years go by
They scan the sky
The years go by
They take stock off if it’s worth it
Doves
Doves
Doves
Doves
Doves
Doves
Doves
Doves