All, that was left, from the stone
Was the shadow of the sun
In(an) eternal hue

Step away, from the sand and the snow
Go explore another land in the sweetest blue

Pain pain go [bad word] again another day
dont want to let you [bad word] 
Shame, shame now its gone
people wanna carry on
Like there were a saint(?) obsession

we were marching around
In our marmelade shoes
and the peppermint rain
Washed all our troubles and blues

Paws, of our hound can be traced
In the forsest of the six teenth century at all(?)
All, of the hearts in the [bad word] forward to posess, this, space for ever

Minds fade lemonade, supersonic casualties
Kept in crypts below
Strange mix, have a fix, medicine to make you sick
Down town taking its toll

We were marching around
In our marmelade shoes
And the peppermint rain
Washed all our troubles and blues

We were marching around
In our marmelade shoes
And the peppermint rain
Washed all our troubles and blues