Little man, have you kept up those numbers?
I can see the nails in your teeth
And the clock stuck in your eyes
You are never important
You are everything
This is no measure of your worth
The screen in your eyes will fade out
Hang in for a way out
A way out
After the alphabets
There will only be insects
After the alphabets
There will only be insects
We are the white hair
We are the snow
Wе are the white hair
On a dying facе
We are the white hair
We are the snow
We are together
We are the snow
Burn the pages
With your name on them
Turn and face them
And walk your own way
We are the echoes of the future
Children of present and past
The waters are rising fast
We are the echoes of the future
Children of present and past
The waters are rising fast
We are the echoes of the future
Children of present and past
The waters are rising fast (rising fast)
