I get that sense that when we look around

This is gonna be less than easy

I get so tense when we are falling in

And it won't be a solid landing

Oh, no! We are the only ones around

Well, that we know of now

Oh! Did we just walk the golden mile

With our heads held high?

Gently

Forward on empty

March in a straight line

In a confined mind

Gently

Forward on empty

March in a straight line

In a confined mind

And we are walking the ghost mile to war

When we are walking the long stretch home

Then we are sinking the first mile to war

And we are drowning the norm

This is the death of me (death of me)

This is the death of me

(This is the death of me, ooh)

This is the constantly

Gently

Forward on empty

March in a straight line

In a confined mind

Gently

Forward on empty

March in a straight line

In a confined mind