You said who’s next for the forty-fourth
And if there’s one more leave,just left him on the floor
The border is thin, you may even fall
The letter is mean, we’re far from the goal
We had the largest ways down our paths
Imagine another day for the maths
No leftover on the ground
Table is being watched
No confusion on the sound
Get up, get your soul washed
Entire life spent with your tender wife
But she won’t give a single look at what we could have been
In a sunniest road
Faith based on dreamy thoughts
Vision clearing all my doubts
No confusion on the sound
Get up, get your soul washed