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
