When your life's running out
As the tall, staunch objects scream and shout and scream and shout
And tell the smell below their nostrils
Things won't do
Things to be
Will only come
Fighting, flying, flowing in
Eradicating all our sin
Is a rhythm
Humming
Beating out a path
I'll go first
And see you then
We're not ready
We're just hiding
However we can
Wherever we can
Behind the masks
Behind the veils
We launch our ships
With their great, big sails
Then look so busy
As the sun goes down
We look so silly
As we prove our worth
Then we're lost from the Earth
And we don't even know
The end of the line
And the end of the show
On we go, to the next sweet life
To meet our folks and our one, dear wife
And noone ever knows
Where we've been
Or where we've gone
And the rhythm's beat
Goes on and on.
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