And we'll go
As long as you follow
You'll know
We wake up tomorrow with
Your soul wrapped up in cling film and
We'll go as long as you follow
We're up to the rifle, the rohan, the motor
Is the longest shape in the world
The foxes outside
The circles to hold and routing
To hold with no-one at all.
With no-one at all
Get inside and lock the doors
And get inside, no delay
But I don't get
A lot of nice things in your voices any more
They're not such a threat
Manana; just think of tomorrow and
I don't get
A lot of nice things in your choices any more
Then try to forget
Manana; just think of tomorrow