but i think i'll be waiting until i'm honestly able
i'm sure the air is lighter on the sea
and every city settled far away from me
cause now i'm negotiating with the fear
something's wrong with the daylight here
and i can't fix it
crooked or kind, if im free, if im fine
either way, whatever i do
whichever coast, there'll be room there for ghosts
either way, i'll be thinking of you
when gone i have sworn that i will worry not of satisfaction, justice, or the will God
i'm not sure there's any difference in the three
whatever the conscience decrees, i hope we both feel right
crooked of kind, if i'm free, if i'm fine
either way, whatever i do
whichever coast, there'll be room there for ghosts
either way i'll be thinking of you
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