

5,
4, 3,
2,
1
Posit ball, task you lye (under the burning sky)
Gino is crying in the sun
Waiting for the day to run
Possum posay,
breaking down the wall
Possum posay,
we survive the fall
5,
4, 3, 2, 1,
the end has begun
Crying in the heat,
weeping in the sun Possum
posay, nothing left to
lose
(nothing left to choose!)
Task you lye, the dream is cold
Stories that were never told
Gino watches from the shade
All the promises we made
Possum posay
5,
4, 3, 2,
1