Through your seed to the Sun
You haven't yet worm
And thay made it, they made it, they made it
And you don't
All they look like you have to
And they are lonely
They seem real, they seem real they seem real and you don't
'and you calling backs of London this will spread this
Don't you want an 'where you soul is sold for money
I know you'll be waiting yeah on the road
Where you belong
So your hard go to sun
You're rolling has on dawn
You'll need me, you'll need me then you don't
Ooh I'm gonna catch you after all, they are lonely little ghost
You see me, you see me, you see me