more despair, no more being scared

no bottom lip sticking out through your hair

no talking down, no staring through

the walls I wont let them come crashing down on you

no modest bear, no worried tiger

and dont you fret

and i wont either

we'll go to the ferry and get some chips

and then I'll kiss your salty lips

then we'll see my great granny's grave

and we'll feel mortal then we'll be saved

we'll stop the clouds from coming in

and we will win.

the world cant come, in here today

shut the curtains, phone in sick,

it's time to play,

you and me, me and you,

together we're strong enough to do what we wanna do.