Please won't you say
we buried the way
slightest symphony
the old person see
they've composed the seas
and sleep throughtout the day

Morning light
is shining away
and fire beats I mean

A silent quite
aparently desire
in the world too young to see

Childrean will play
each dying day
we'll still be runing away
we'll still be runing away
we'll still be runing away.