There won't be no growing old tonight Trail behind at the speed of light Where everything is on beneath the sky
There you lie, so lovely They pull the body from the river in the early hours There you lie, so lovely Then you hear everyone is going out It's gonna be a ball Better make that call After the fall
There won't be no boundaries tonight No way to gauge the altitude of flight Where everything is on beneath the sky
There you lie, so lovely They pull the body from the river in the early hours There you lie, so lovely Then you hear everyone is going out It's gonna be a ball Better make that call After the fall
