Paul Armfield - Migration
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We won't fall apart
We won't crack while
All around us crumbles
We'll start to pack our bags
Burn our flags
Plan our getaway

I won't close my eyes
I just can't take
One more term of
Misleadership and lies

In the binding of an atlas
In the foldings of a map
There's a place
With no reception
And a large welcome mat

Because the time
Is right I know
For you and I to go
Migration

Thought got us this far
Now it's time
To put our faith in instinct
In happenstance and chance

As the geese spell out a 'V' sign
As they flee our winter skies
From a 747 we'll raise
Two fingers high

Because the pilot in me knows
It's time for us to go
Migration