Here,
Grab a broken branch
With a sunburnt hand
In a washed up land

Soon,
We should rest a while
We're like a tired child
It's been a lot of miles.

I might fall down
And my back is bad
We might fall down
On a sleeping bag

So you should hold my hand
While everything blows away

And we'll run,
To a brand new sun.
We will run,
To a brand new sun.

Damn,
How did it get so bad?
With all the dreams we had
Now you seem so sad.

You should hold my hand
While everything blows away

And we'll run
To a brand new sun.
We will run
To a brand new sun

We will run
To a brand new sun.