Anywhere we are. Anything we do. We are all warm. And well hidden. Just flowing, dry eyes. Playing constantly with our sun. 'Cause WE ALL CRY SOMETIMES, WE ALL DO. IT IS NOT THE END. IT IS UP TO YOU. Our own surgery. Our own change. We're all drowned from inside. Kinky way of fighting the bad man. Sell me your pride, please, do. 'Cause WE ALL CRY SOMETIMES, WE ALL DO. IT IS NOT THE END. IT IS UP TO YOU.