We turn to dark We feel thin air We can survive When nothing is there We built the city We dig the Earth Steel and the fire We find our worth We control weather We like to roam All of our days, all of our days
We control weather We feel thin air We can survive When nothing is there
Our days are numbered The Sun is getting closer to the world
We turn to dark We feel thin air We can survive When nothing is there We built the city We dig the Earth Steel and the fire We find our worth We control weather We like to roam All of our days, all of our days
