Sometimes I here them call   We were so close to the waterfall   Knowing me is loosing all   Ten-Thousand flys turn into balls   Let's go      Now fibbing to me was not that good   A sympathy of dead woods   Fibbing to me made me feel down   I can't come to you to be found   Let's go      Now I got a face dull of scars   You were hiring on some distant stars   We're the voices of the underground   Feel the vibrations of my breakdown   Let's go      Sometimes I here you call   We were so close to the waterfall   Flys were buzzing around our heads   Why our baby stayed in bed   Let's go   Let's go