[Verse]
Well, the streets went on existing
And the holes were filled with mud
I gotta go back home
We might get caught by the flood
Well, the feel is kind of distant
Just like the people selling blood
On my way home, but I might get drowned in the mud

[Chorus]
Hear them, listen, we'll move, then walk
Touch them, feel them, choose your talk
For their fate

[Instrumental Break]

[Outro]
Well, the streets
Were gone