[Hayley] Da, da, da-da-dad-dah Da, da, da-da-dad-dah Da, da, da-da-dad-dah Da, da, da-da-dad-dah Da, da, da-da-dad-dah Da, da, da-da-dad-dah If the sun burns out And the world grew cold And the rich took off, to their planets of gold If our sweat and tears, turn to crystal form I would hold you again, until you, were warm
If the sun burns out And the world grew cold And the rich took off, to their planets of gold If our sweat and tears, turn to crystal form I would hold you again, until you, were warm Da, da, da-da-dad-dah Da, da, da-da-dad-dah Da, da, da-da-dad-dah Da, da, da-da-dad-dah Da, da, da-da-dad-dah Da, da, da-da-dad-dah