There's panic by the water in the streets of Cape Town
(get up, get up, get up)
All the boys and girls are trying to hide their nervous break-down
(get up, get up, get up)
You can give it up, do your best, settle down, pick your vents
(oh, oh, oh, oh)
Or you can rise up, quit your job, change your name, let it all out
(oh, oh, oh, oh)
As the headlights of the cars in the night can first implode
As the years and years past by, I discovered the truth
In a silence so achingly pure, now we instantly knew
Is this it?
Is this it?
This is it
There's a rising tide washing down the length of long-street
(who knows, who knows, who knows, is this it?)
As the fashion industries new clothes and throw away the obsolete
(who knows, who knows, who knows, is this it?)
You can give it up, do your best, settle down, pick your vents
(oh, oh, oh, oh)
Or you can rise up, quit your job, change your name, let it all out
(oh, oh, oh, oh)
As the headlights of the cars in the night can first implode
As the years and years past by, I discovered the truth
In a silence so achingly pure, now we instantly knew
Is this it?
Is this it?
This is it
Is this it?
This is it
As the headlights of the cars in the night can first implode
As the years and years past by, I discovered the truth
In a silence so achingly pure, now we instantly knew
Is this it?
Is this it?
This is it