Surfing the snow,
Are you ready for
A revolution to show the way?
Seven whole weeks until the day.
Because heartbreak's coming to bend us the wrong way,
Praise us, memory will change it into old things.
Doesn't matter what's tripping you out, there's ways to go,
This is where we get carried away enough to start again.
While hearts beat,
It's nothing like before,
Dreaming is the home of the brave,
Future is the healing of pain.
Because heartbreak's coming to bend us the wrong way,
Praise us, memory will change it into old things.
Doesn't matter what's tripping you out, there's ways to go,
This is where we get carried away enough to start again.
Like a cannonball shot across the floor,
We have found a way through the darkest hour,
Like a cannonball shot across the floor,
We have little time for worry.
Doesn't matter what's tripping you out, there's ways to go,
This is where we get carried away enough to start again.