Please,    spread them!   Fly to end all   the sadness in your eyes,   miles and miles away.      Step around the walls we've built to defend   abundance assail.   We're close to the end of   Ismael. Ismael.   Watch us now, forward not back.   Late, too late to change the track   for Ismael.       Breathe,   I'm sorry for the echoes.   Sorry, sorry.   Breathe, oh   sorry for the echoes,   and it gets us high,   and it gets us down again.      Please,   spread them,   fly a long time.   There's no tomorrow.   Fly away today,   miles and miles away,   million miles away,   away.       Breathe,   I'm sorry for the echoes.   Sorry, sorry.   Breathe, oh   sorry for the echoes,   and it gets us high,   and it gets us down again.      Spread them out - shout!   The eyes in your face   still seem to believe   in human race.   Oh Ismael,   don't you see   we're deaf and blind   in a way so absurd to believe   that we don't pay.   Oh Ismael. Ismael.      Breathe,   I'm sorry for the echoes.   Sorry, sorry.   Breathe (sorry, sorry), oh   sorry for the echoes,   and it gets us high,   and it gets us down again.      Breathe (it gets us down again),   I'm sorry for the echoes.   Sorry, sorry.   Breathe (it gets us down again), oh   sorry for the echoes,   and it gets us high,   and it gets us down again.