Teksty: Far. All Go Down.

Too much time spent thinking of ways to die
Sticky liquid filters shield our eyes from the sun
I'll try to be more open in my hope for our time
Blur the lines dividing what is ours and what is mine

Mother Theresa's been working nights
Say no more, I'm on my way
Gandhi's getting fed up, he's looking for a fight
Say no more, I'm on my way

And we all go down
And we all go down again

I swore, I'd bring you something sort of mine
Hands above my head, stealing sunlight from the sky
And I lost myself when you went away
Say no more, I'm on my way

Anyway, bye and we all go down
And we all go down again

I will pass on things that I've been shown
You'll see too why I feel so alone in this world
I'll try to be more open with my hope for out time
Blur the lines dividing what is our and what is mine
Say no more, I'm on my way to the sky