All I know its not my turn to fear

This much I know I watch the girl stand still

This much I know a warning whispered in your ear

All I know it's not my turn to fear



there's a village below

I'm passing by so come on, come out and play

Ask your mother, ask your mother

And tell her the time I called

And the reason is I love you

It justifies it all



there's a secret I've been keeping

Pushed aside and left behind

It's back again like bad religion

Oh we love to lose our minds

Oh we love to lose our minds

Oh we love to lose our minds