Woodfall کے بول

Youth went by on our backs, morals intact, we were never ganna crack Spread-eagled, but never once looking back When we were young we were chasing the sun Always busy in our quest for fun, but now the race is run The sun has gone black and we're chasing the moon like moths to a flame Now that your goal's obscured, where d'you aim? Running without vision in all the wrong directions Hitting wall after wall, taking a short cut home Sometimes we talked about that other world you tried so hard to see But you never saw the ocean behind all them christmas trees Running without vision in all the wrong directions Hitting wall after wall, then turn and run You were the one to lose the race, you were the one to fall from grace [x2] [repeat chorus]