Il testo della White

We had our things,
We'd never say,
Recieved our wages,
Gave them away,
Open books on the way,
You'd scream and i'd shout,
Can't shake this feeling,
Eternal timeout,

Chorus:
Dream right out loud,
Be on the attack,
Sit down on the curb,
Lay flat on your back,
Give up the guns,
Turn yourself in,
We were the only ones back then.

Plant a seed in the ground,
For those who don't know,
The ones up above,
Those left below,
What words we choose,
And why judgement comes,
The walls closing down,
There's nowhere to run.

Chorus: (x5)