Из альбома: (((GRRRLS)))
How is it you sleep through everyhting
And still can't remember any of your dreams
When there's nothing to say
And there's nothing left to feel
And this will be our year
Help is on the way
Far beyond the water weight that we retained
the useless space between my legs an associated shame
Strain, toil away for any fame
And the family name a parentage
My death will inevitably commandeer
And this will be our year
Chariots a place
They burn in effigy to our names
And lest we made some grave mistakes
But rest assured that help is on the way
Now that we are free from lingering dreams
That never amount to anything
Well this will be our year
This will be our year
This will be our year
This will be our year...