Into the well of ideas I never dropped,
Off the edge of my better side I popped,
A spell of good weather gave me lightness,
But the gravity it never went away,
And onwards we trudge,
A stronghold we claim, is it a stronghold we've got? is it balls,
The strategy is theoretically right, but is it right? is it balls,
Oh my love is gone and my faith is shot
And I fall to ground like a corpse,
I lift my arms to the heavens and shout 'want can I do?',
And onwards we trudge