Sounds of the crash can be heard

Echoing all through the years winding streams

Calm isolation to sweet penetration

Living on from beat to beat



Her hairnet would hang on his chin

Buzzes her world from inside her key

Boistered from beers, the celibate fears

Can not be late or his PA

Welcome to the human race



Down from the mountain now

[0:50] Into the valley of mine

Down from the mountain now

They whisper