It's useless to say
that you only scratched the surface
your survey shows things
bears the mark of everything

There you're under taking over through
your ways to wait for next time
and you should have seen your face
as they banished you to your sky
like an astroid that fell
or a dream that you couldn't tell anyone 
everything that you just couldn't sell
you'll waste away 'til it 
falls on you

One left 
it's one night
one left
it's one night
your river gone
your reveler gone
and you'll dam-dam-damage it
and they're all gunna scratch their back
pedalling heads now

puncture in the sky
up here and now [bad word] 
toil lives
how unfortunate they all look now
about you as i do
of what the future brings
and what I can bring to it
you're on the island waving goodbye to me 
yeaahh

you know we are yours
we are trying however hard
you look at someone else's star
it won't get you very far
you know i am unsure
but aren't we all