The moonlight overhead
And the stream to the right
The green growth next to us
ANd yet so far from sight
You sit there saying
As I sit here staring
And I can't help but feel
This is it, this is the end
We're giving in, we're buckling under the pressure
We're giving up without a fight
And I can't help but think
We have to fight
We can't give this good thing up
We need this attachment, you and I
And how would it be if it's over?
The man in the back
Yeah, that one with a cigarette in his mouth
And a gun in his hand
He's smiling like the Chesire cat
Are we going to let him win?
Give up that easily?
The truth has set us free
And now we're free, you're going to leave me?