brink filled with wonder he'll meet him where feet hit the ground
fingers and crosses with leads of the size meets the sounds
you know where it's going
you know what it is
keep them on with silence we'll [bad word] the spring

arms less we repress the feeling that's hanging around
teardrops we hope that would leads up with size meets the sound
you know where it's going
you know what it is
keep them on with silence we'll [bad word] to spring

you know where it's going
you know what it is
keep them on with silence we'll [bad word] the spring