Make a fall and shake and weep, as holy are my feet

And hard with mention, the dear they may not speak

We feel tight when there is tension, and our eyes can make us weep

And his heart was full of fire, at the man he had become

And his soul was seldom higher, with the falsities of fun

Could embrace sweet desires, in moments as they passed

But he feared it evermore, he saw it didn't last

We'd walk up Holland Avenue, and watch the riches they consumed

Their product made our hearts exude, an emptiness unrivaled

By the hunger that I could control

He'd pray up to his God, that he might stay there, so

But ah, the grey in this city is too much to bear

And I believe we're meant to be seen, not to be understood

And I want to be held by those arms

I want to be held by those arms

You'll work your thumbs till they're sore

And you'll work my heart till it's raw

And you'll call and you'll call, but you'll never be told

And I'll fall and I'll fall and I'll fall

And I'll fall and I'll fall and I'll fall

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

And we are basic life

And we are basic life

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah