[…inaudible…] [further] we make claims on [our teas] [dawn inner here] for we’ve nowhere to be
Nowhere to be
Nowhere to be

[father stains], we’re all on our knees
Down on our words and we’ve nothing to be
Nothing to be
Nothing to be

Further down we’re all on our [sails] [paid to upheed] though we’ve nothing these days
Nothing these days
Nothing these days

[further still, their stall in a daze] We’re down on our knees and we’ve nothing to say
Nothing to say
Nothing to say…