Is it over or has it begun do you wonder what will we become when our eyes close on the starry ends when we finish our rows and the folds are dead when the lights go out on us when the will is real but fate is a cold, cold thread and the pins will fall down to the motherland sit down let it take you in kill off or you let it when when the lights go out on us when the signals fail to fade and the waves will break the shade fight the land let it take you on on when the water turns to grey and the darkness leads the way fight the land let it take you on on when the lights go out on us
Is it over or has it begun do you wonder what will we become when our eyes close on the starry ends when we finish our rows and the folds are dead when the lights go out on us when the will is real but fate is a cold, cold thread and the pins will fall down to the motherland sit down let it take you in kill off or you let it when when the lights go out on us when the signals fail to fade and the waves will break the shade fight the land let it take you on on when the water turns to grey and the darkness leads the way fight the land let it take you on on when the lights go out on us
