Album: With Arrows, With Poise
Children, please don't breathe the air.
Your lips are turning blue.
It seems that God was not impressed with clever, crooked fools.
And if the sun comes up tomorrow
We'll be fine.
Don't be afraid. You'll see
This plan of ours won't fail.
We've built enough aeroplanes
To fly us far from here.
And if the sun comes up tomorrow
We'll be fine.
Get on the plane.
They said we'd live forever.