This bag of hearts, this tender vale
We’ll pick the berries as the mud gets in our nails
And it’s no barrier, as we hold hands when we walk home
By the bed I brush you down as we brush up our own

We’ll paint your four grey walls of gold
We’ll evade this frozen world and journey far away from all we know

Down the river we will ride
Archetypes of yesteryear, flow as we float by
And I’m a stranger to this voice in favour of all that we’ve done
Now we can run, we’ll get there

We’ll paint your four grey walls of gold
We’ll evade this frozen world and journey far away from all we know
In these four grey walls of gold
Speak to me your fantasy, let’s journey far away to spend a…

A thousand days beneath the sun
A thousand ways to show we’ve won
So many reasons to deceive the dusty moon
A thousand seas by which it feeds the ebb and bloom
Multiply by sixteen and add three hundred and ninety-six
Divide the ebb, ensure the bloom’s the sum
A thousand days beneath the sun
Yeah just make sure it’s not the ebb that comes
A thousand days beneath the sun