You were born with your future bright Not yet told you're an old child You were born with your future bright Hear the storm when you turn thirteen I think it's just a bad dream Hear the storm, polish the machine Put your arms up, put them up Put your arms up, put them up Put your arms up, put them up Put your arms up, put them up Walk a stride, same way everyday I feel like a box moves with me But looking up, i can see the sky In the storm all your feelings go But some sadness stays within you Do you like to polish the machine? Put your arms up, put them up Put your arms up, put them up Put your arms up, put them up Put your arms up, put them up Put your arms up, put them up Put your arms up, put them up Put your arms up, put them up Put your arms up, put them up