On the high-rise estate 
What's at the back of your mind? 
Oh, a three-day debate 
On a high-rise estate 
What's at the back of your mind?
Two icy-cold hands conducting the way 
It's the Eskimo blood in my veins 
Amid concrete and clay 
And general decay 
Nature must still find a way 
So ignore all the codes of the day 
Let your juvenile impulses sway 
This way and that way (this way)
This way and that way (this way)
God, how  implores you 
To let yourself lose yourself
Stretch out and wait 
Stretch out and wait 
Oh, let your puny body, lie down, lie down 
As we lie, you say 
As we lie, you say 
Stretch out and... stretch out and wait 
Stretch out and wait 
Oh, let your puny body lie down, lie down
As we lie, you say: 
Will the world end in the night time? 
(I really don't know) 
Or will the world end in the day time? 
(I really don't know) 
And is there any point ever having children? 
Oh, I don't know
What I do know is we're Here and it's Now
So stretch out and wait 
Stretch out and wait 
There is no debate, no debate, no debate 
How can you consciously contemplate 
When there's no debate, no debate 
Stretch out and wait 
Stretch out and wait 
Stretch out and wait 
Wait wait wait wait