[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