By the darkest ocean lies the deepest sand
Like the way that I'm a girl and she's a man
Drag yourself to stand as you fall to the floor
Your own mess is your mistake but not your fault
There's a time when you're on your own
You and I will go round and round
As the infant dosed sectarian approach
Can wash away the sins of your own hopes
Just as babies cry, pensioners close their eyes
Not a choice to live when you have to survive
You and I will go round and round
Infantile but still fully grown
You can find what you do not know
It's not a lie, just a dream
Just a dream
Just a dream, that we can't understand
You and I (that we can't understand)
Infantile (that we can't understand)
You can find (that we can't understand)
It's not a lie (that we can't understand)