On the high-rise estate

What's at the back of your mind ?

Oh, a three-day debate

On a high-rise estate

What's at the back of your mind ?



Two icy-cold hands conducting the way

It's the Eskimo blood in my veins

Amid concrete and clay

And general decay

Nature must still find a way

So ignore all the codes of the day

Let your juvenile influences sway

This way and that way (this way)

This way and that way (this way)

God, how sex implores you

To let yourself lose yourself





Stretch out and wait

Stretch out and wait

Oh ... let your puny body, lie down, lie down

As we lie, you say

As we lie, you say

Stretch out and ...

Stretch out and wait

Stretch out and wait

Oh ... let your puny body lie down, lie down





As we lie, you say :

Will the world end in the night time ?

(I really don't know)

Or will the world end in the day time ?

(I really don't know)

And is there any point ever having children ?

Oh, I don't know

What I do know is we're Here and it's Now





So ... stretch out and wait

Stretch out and wait

There is no debate, no debate, no debate

How can you conciously contemplate

When there's no debate, no debate ?

Stretch out and wait

Stretch out and wait

Stretch out and wait

Wait

Wait

Wait

Wait