Texty: Dead Letter Office. Complications. Smokescreen.

The sky's are falling, their closer by the day.
The world is getting smaller.
Letters of love thrown across the wall.
Are quietly exploding.

Give out. Give up. Give out. Give in.
Give out. Give up. Give out. Give in.
Give out. Give in. Give up.

A million children all with the same face,
speak a dirty language.
Please forgive them.
They know not what they ask.
It's hereditary hatred.

Give out. Give up. Give out. Give in.
Give out. Give up. Give out. Give in.
Give out. Give in. Give up.

Cheer up Sarah, It might never even happen.
And we're too young to save the world.
What's the difference between a martyr and a prophet.
Between a saviour and a fool.

So click your heels and wish yourself away.
Or this place will swallow you whole.
The streets are bleeding.
The suns a distant spark.
The smell is overpowering.

Give out. Give up. Give out. Give in.
Give out. Give up. Give out. Give in.
Give out. Give in. Give up.

Cheer up Sarah, It might never even happen.
And we're too young to save the world.
What's the difference between a martyr and a prophet.
Between a saviour and a fool.

Cheer up. We're only in it till it lets up