Faster, Sarah lets run,
From disaster, Sarah come on,
And take your heart from your sleeve,
Leave behind the bruising strings,
That made him old before you could get hold,
(And) now winters memory of summer is cold I say,
Faster, Sarah lets run,
From disaster, Sarah come on,
And take your heart from your sleeve,
It
Now here we are with the scars on your arm,
But I ask you, I ask you,
Don
So don
No, don
And take your heart from your sleeve,
Leave behind the failing trees,
That crowd you so, turned the neighbourhood gold,
Until winters memory of summer was cold,
Believe me, believe me,
We
Night, all night, all night,
Oh I can hardly wait until we get there
Beneath the morning sun a crowd is forming,
No I can hardly wait until we get there
And see my favourite face awake in summer,