KEEPING OUR HEADS ALL COOL WE DIPPED DOWN AND DIVED AS LOW AS WE COULD GO OUR WRINGING HANDS WERE WAVING SLOW THIS IS WHAT MAKES US GOOD WE TIP HATS AND TURN A TRICK THAT'S MADE OF GOLD AND TOUCH THE SKIN THAT CRACKS AND FOLDS I WOULD NEVER LEAVE YOU TOO HOW HAVE WE COME TO LOVE THESE THICK ROOTS WHICH TIE US DOWN AND MAKE US STOP AND STILL WE LAUGH AS THEY BEGIN TO ROT TICKLE MY FANCY THROUGH WE BEAR FRUIT THAT GROWS AS COARSE AS WE HAVE GROWN OUR HEAVY ARMS AS CROSSED AS HERRINGBONE I WOULD NEVER LEAVE YOU TOO WE'VE BLOWN IT, WE'VE SPOKEN OUR YOUNG HEARTS ARE BROKEN AND ALL THAT WE NEED IS A HOME