Don’t hang around, like friends at a funeral. Don’t kiss the ground. When the arm stops slowly the children. We might still survive

With our eyes up through the mist. We could save your life. Could never be mistake. Don’t miss your ground. I know we’d been hearted

Lies to the ground, with the non-stop lowering children. We might still survive

With our eyes up through the mist. We could save your life. Could never be the same