Sometimes I here them call
We were so close to the waterfall
Knowing me is loosing all
Ten-Thousand flys turn into balls
Let's go

Now fibbing to me was not that good
sympathy of dead woods
Fibbing to me made me feel down
I [bad word] to you to be found
Let's go

Now I got a face dull of scars
You were hiring on some distant stars
We're the voices of the underground
Feel the vibrations of my breakdown
Let's go

Sometimes I here you call
We were so close to the waterfall
Flys were buzzing around our heads
Why our baby stayed in bed
Let's go
Let's go