Please, 
 spread them!
 Fly to end all
 the sadness in your eyes,
 miles and miles away.

 Step around the walls we've built to defend
 abundance assail.
 We're close to the end of
 Ismael. Ismael.
 Watch us now, forward not back.
 Late, too late to change the track
 for Ismael. 

 Breathe,
 I'm sorry for the echoes.
 Sorry, sorry.
 Breathe, oh
 sorry for the echoes,
 and it gets us high,
 and it gets us down again.

 Please,
 spread them,
 fly a long time.
 There's no tomorrow.
 Fly away today,
 miles and miles away,
 million miles away,
 away. 

 Breathe,
 I'm sorry for the echoes.
 Sorry, sorry.
 Breathe, oh
 sorry for the echoes,
 and it gets us high,
 and it gets us down again.

 Spread them out - shout!
 The eyes in your face
 still seem to believe
 in human race.
 Oh Ismael,
 don't you see
 we're deaf and blind
 in a way so absurd to believe
 that we don't pay.
 Oh Ismael. Ismael.

 Breathe,
 I'm sorry for the echoes.
 Sorry, sorry.
 Breathe (sorry, sorry), oh
 sorry for the echoes,
 and it gets us high,
 and it gets us down again.

 Breathe (it gets us down again),
 I'm sorry for the echoes.
 Sorry, sorry.
 Breathe (it gets us down again), oh
 sorry for the echoes,
 and it gets us high,
 and it gets us down again.