Here we will stand holding the strand walking upon the frill
Open our hands upon the sands, we are the children still, still
Come take a walk to the streets then the hill to the top
Looking left to the city, looking right onto the (?)
To the right, to the (?), to the lights that are (?) down
Down, down, down, they are (?) down
Here we will stand holding the strand walking upon the frill
Open our hands upon the sands, we are the children still, still
And when you're here take my hand and we'll go into the (?)
To disappear from this land for all we know it is our fear
Here we will stand holding the strand walking upon the frill
Open our hands upon the sands, we are the children still
Here we will stand holding the strand walking upon the frill
Open our hands upon the sands, we are the children still, still