[Hayley]

Da, da, da-da-dad-dah

Da, da, da-da-dad-dah

Da, da, da-da-dad-dah

Da, da, da-da-dad-dah

Da, da, da-da-dad-dah

Da, da, da-da-dad-dah

If the sun burns out

And the world grew cold

And the rich took off, to their planets of gold

If our sweat and tears, turn to crystal form

I would hold you again, until you, were warm

If the sun burns out

And the world grew cold

And the rich took off, to their planets of gold

If our sweat and tears, turn to crystal form

I would hold you again, until you, were warm

Da, da, da-da-dad-dah

Da, da, da-da-dad-dah

Da, da, da-da-dad-dah

Da, da, da-da-dad-dah

Da, da, da-da-dad-dah

Da, da, da-da-dad-dah