[00:13.67]Galileo was bluffing[00:13.67][00:17.68]It's just a mess out here[00:22.13]There's no compass to guide us[00:25.05]Through the flashes of violence and fear[00:41.49]Pinball and a motor hum[00:45.48]Black kettle in a riptide[00:49.92]Sand bleeds through our fingers[00:53.03]If time sands stood still in line[01:04.44]You will get the best of me[01:08.58]Worlds collide into recipe for disaster[01:16.28]Sweet disaster[01:26.88]Birthmark on a crow's foot[01:30.62]Kilimanjaro or bust[01:34.78]There are no mountains to move here[01:38.07]You just do what you say what you must[01:49.58]You will get the best of me[01:53.78]Worlds collide into recipe for disaster[02:01.34]Sweet disaster[02:47.29]You will get the best of me[02:51.67]Worlds collide into recipe for disaster[02:59.19]Sweet disaster, sweet[03:09.57]Light years and a pocket watch[03:13.55]You can't get close enough[03:17.96]To the rhythm of solitude[03:21.64]Ashes to ashes to dust