Feet hurt, face burns
Face sleet and snow
Face drawn, curtains real
Few hundred feet to go
And you know silence
Find your own highlands
There is the urge to scream
This is no bloody dream
Limbs limp, limb limpid
Too hot to burn
Dried up, all soaked
More thirst at every turn
And you can whistle
Sing at every thistle
Chorus:
But why wait for the moment
Fear is a real bad omen
Half today’s already been
Now can never be a sin
Head frets, back lacks
Break into run
Zip off half slacks
Burn into sun
And you know silence
Find your own highlands
But there’s the urge to scream
This is no bloody dream
There is the urge to scream
Let it not be a dream
Bridge (solo)
Chorus (reversed):
Half today’s already been
Now can never be a sin
Why wait for the moment
Fear is a real bad omen
Half today’s already been