If I'm more use to you on fire
Bring a match and we'll burn a pyre
If I'm more use to you underground
Dig a hole and we'll come on down
Cos we're down, here for you
Take a drive from the drizzling rain
Over moors to the country lanes
Where the seeds fly confetti thin
Over petals of newborn skin
And we're down, over you
We'll roam around
Through the roads and the fields and the towns
We'll roam around
In my arms you'll be safe you'll be sound
I'll be there when your patience thins
I'll be there when you're in the ring
I'll be there through November rain
I'll be there when Sweet Child comes again
We'll roam around
Through the roads and the fields and the towns
We'll roam around
In my arms you'll be safe you'll be sound
Hold your chin up high
Hold your chin up high
Hold your chin up high
Hold your chin up high
So I can see your eyes...