Tie a little string to the door.
Tie the other end to your tooth, child.
It won't hurt,
But for the moment of closing.
You must make room for all that is growing.

Hold each other's arms through the night.
Beat each other's hearts before the fire dies.
You can't ignore the sound of one drum
When it's played by hands of Millions.
And I sit on the balcony
And watch the sun as it comes.
The sun as it comes.