On the high-rise estate What's at the back of your mind ? Oh, a three-day debate On a high-rise estate What's at the back of your mind ?
Two icy-cold hands conducting the way It's the eskimo blood in my veins Amid concrete and clay And general decay Nature must still find a way So ignore all the codes of the day Let your juvenile influences sway This way and that way (this way) This way and that way (this way) God, how sex implores you To let yourself lose yourself
Stretch out and wait Stretch out and wait Oh ... let your puny body, lie down, lie down As we lie, you say As we lie, you say Stretch out and ... Stretch out and wait Stretch out and wait Oh ... let your puny body lie down, lie down
As we lie, you say : Will the world end in the night time ? (I really don't know) Or will the world end in the day time ? (I really don't know) And is there any point ever having children ? Oh, I don't know What I do know is we're here and it's now
So ... stretch out and wait Stretch out and wait There is no debate, no debate, no debate How can you conciously contemplate When there's no debate, no debate ? Stretch out and wait Stretch out and wait Stretch out and wait Wait Wait Wait Wait
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