Here,
Grab a broken branch
With a sunburnt hand

In a washed up land

Soon,

We should rest a while
We're like a tired child
It's been a lot of miles.


I might fall down
And my back is bad

We might fall down
On a sleeping back.


So you should hold my hand
While everything blows away


And we'll run,
To a brand new sun.
We will run,

To a brand new sun.

Damn,

How did it get so bad?
With all the dreams we had
Now you seem so sad.


You should hold my hand
While everything blows away


And we'll run
To a brand new sun.

We will run
To a brand new sun


We will run
To a brand new sun.