When engineers are falling, When the ship is going down,
When engineers are falling, Who’s gonna keep him going?
Who’s gonna keep him going? Who’s gonna  fix  him up this time?
When engineers are falling, Who’s gonna keep him going?

When engineers are falling down, When the ship is going,
Who’s gonna fix him up this time? Who’s gonna keep him going?

Lost only where she needs to be, she can’t escape herself now.
August’s the longest Sunday of all, a love not felt but heard of.

He’s feeling dizzy when she’s not back, (she rarely smiles, she rarely smiles)
just like a sailor on the land, Low fever, strange fever.

Stars fall off her hands, her eyes thunders and strikes,
hypnotized he sends his signs, through machines and heavy drums.
(I wanna keep you from harm, I’ m gonna tear you apart)
(The love, the guilt, the sorries)