It came to our coast the wind of needles and sand The end of our street has lost its head in my hand Tossed in that black november feeling and boom The tower gave in to its poor stealing too soon Your luck , your luck Your poor luck has turned Walk on, walk on to the bright side the loss is learned
Your luck , your luck Your poor luck has turned Walk on, walk on to the bright side the loss is learned The pedestals to which we hold all must fall don't built upon The pedestals to which we hold sponsored links all must fall don't built upon the pedestals the pedestals all must fall