Crying creatures
Life is in danger
feel a stranger in me.
Rain on my shoulders
crying creatures of this world...
This world we're supposed to live in
This world we're supposed to love in
This world we're supposed to ….
Hang on to the needle
sew your land or go back to sand.
Hang on to the needle
with your hand or go back to sand again.
Crying creatures of this world
crying creatures chase you in.
Live is a stranger
with no hunger to dream on.
Glow all above us
far from healing the hole
This hole we'r suposed to fill
This hole we'r suposed to grow on
This hole we'r suposed to ….
Hang to the needle
with your your hand or go back to sand,
Die the folk that we've come to be.
Ah ah ah...
Cry on my shoulders
flying creatures to the pole,
clouds all above us
block us hearing this song
this song we're suposed to sing "uouoo"
this song we're suposed to light on,
his song we're suposed to ...
Hang to the needle
with your hand or go back to sand,
Die the folk that we've come to be.
Die the folk that we've come to be.
Die the folk we were supposed to be.
