when i came across the cave it was nothing new
like walking over fire, lights creeping through,
and the feathered forest tress fell to the ground
theres no sound
when you're underground

its getting better bay
as sure as if the rain is gonna fall

if i win or lose
i don't care at all

Im climbing over the front line looking for something
higher than this
theres no love under these spot lights 
i need the real thing

100 thousand miles from making sound
hear me pulling at the breeze when no-ones around
dust flickers through the air sticking to the reel
and i feel alright
when i'm out of sight

tell me if you think
you really really think there could be
a message in the space
of a tired human race i cant see