(I've been mad for fucking years, absolutely years, been over the edge for yonks, been working me buns off for bands for so long...) (I’ve always been mad, I know I’ve been mad, like the most of us have. Very hard to explain why you are mad, even if you’re not mad…)
Breathe, breathe in the air Don't be afraid to care Leave but don't leave me Look around and choose your own ground
For long you live and high you fly And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be
Run, rabbit, run Dig that hole, forget the sun, And when at last the work is done Don't sit down, it's time to dig another one
For long you live and high you fly But only if you ride the tide And balanced on the biggest wave You race toward an early grave.