Текст: Projet Orange. Them.

I say, ?Leave the planet now?
They say, ?Keep on keeping on?
I say, ?I?m making my way home?
They stay to protect all the gold
That?s them

And if they pass behind the wall
Against their soul, sold
I?ll be up and dying
Every night again

I say, ?Let the rocket down?
They say, ?Leave the war alone?
I say, ?Please, hang up the phone?
They smile, polished like a stone
It?s them

And if they pass behind the wall
Against their soul, sold
I?ll be up and dying
Every night again

And if they pass behind the wall
Against their soul, sold
I?ll be up and dying
Every night so

I can?t tell you, I can?t tell you
I've been waiting so long
But I feel like nothing
And I feel like laughing
Keep coming on

And if they pass behind the wall
Against their soul, sold
I?ll be up and dying
Every night again