More real was light and dark
some feel they would change all
give all to change one thing
apart from the light we lost our way
spring out of your bed like it's a Saturday morning
spring out of your bed like it's a summer day in July
give up yourself 
and give back everything you have into the sun
give up the shelf that holds all of your favorite things you
used to play with downstairs

What was the hurry?
What were we scared of?
Well, why weren't we more scared?
They should have warned us all