If this was your first night
on earth would you fight
or scream your head off.
Would you find a place
touching your face
to phase for good.
What can we do you and me
we are here on those dead two eyes.
If this was your last chance
turn down your ear
God knows we feel your pain.
Come, come all ye faithful
you're hollow, you're hateful,
you can't believe your eyes.
What can we do you and me
we are here on the most dead two eyes.
We're homeward bound,
the world's too small for travelling now.
I keep on losing my voice,
but it finds you somehow.
What can we do?