These years of mine run red like a bloodline if I was the last son

Prostrate, I wait, but silence is not for me - I shout til they come

Oh stop leaving my heart on the ground

Oh stop needing my eyes to follow you around

Oh stop leaving me behind

Cos someone's got to come and take us all out of here

Before there's nothing left

Someone's got to come and take us all out of here

These years of mine beat fast as a heartline, getting faster with every one

And you might think it's foolish, sometimes I think it's foolish, so what? So what?

And it's not all we've got

It's not all we've got

It's not all we've got

But it feels like it sometimes

Bah bah bah...

Cos someone's got to come and take us all out of here

Before there's nothing left

Someone's got to come and take us all out of here