You said "who's next?" for the forty-fourth And if there's one more left just leave him on the floor The border is thin, you may even fall The letter is mean, we're far from the goal
We had the largest ways down our paths Imagine another day for the maths
No leftover on the ground Table is being watched No confusion on the sound Get up, get your soul washed
Entire life spent with your tender wife But she won't give a single look At what we could have been In a sunniest road
Faith based on dreamy thoughts Vision clearing all my doubts No confusion on the sound Get up, get your soul washed
