Easterly winds whisking the kids There are new-borns all around Lampposts guide them but the lights just died there And they slow to a crawl
Misting aside their eyes open wide At the sight of golden youth Fathers and mothers gather in numbers When the sales greeter do
Dreamt of the leaves, stitched up the seams And they all counted down Each one mutter pair with another And the young ones go round
Fading dreams and rich tangerine The sky began to fall Figures stack up whether they close up They make the final call
With warmth from the sun and visions of what they want Rise up as one counting down to one With warmth from the sun and visions of what they want Rise up as one counting down to one
With warmth from the sun and visions of what they want Rise up as one counting down to one