Wendy, my beloved.

As below above it, we'll make it up as we go along.

From the bottom to the summit, from the top we'll plummet.

We'll fall for miles before admitting we were wrong.


So clear out all your window sills and open all your doors.

And chase life like a child, outside.


Wendy, my beloved.

When this old planet's flooded and all the green land's the colour of the sky.

We'll have to learn to swim it and hold on to the trees.

And when each morning comes we'll still greet it with a smile.


We'll drown out all the city noise and live out in the wild.

And chase life like a child, outside.


(chase life like a child outside)


Can you say you lived a life worth living?