We're lying by the orange sky
Two million miles across the land
Scattered to the highest high
Expect they'll either laugh or cry
No , no consequence, no sympathy
You're good enough to heat

Two minute warning
Two minutes later
When time [bad word] My days are numbered

The dawning of another year
Marks time for those who understand
One in four still here
While you and I go hand in hand
No radio, no sound, no sin, no sanctuary
So [bad word] to your last

The sun, the solitude, the cemetary
So [bad word] to your last