Here come the warm jets

[...inaudible...]
[further] We Make Claims On [our Teas]
[dawn Inner Here] For We've Nowhere to Be
Nowhere to Be
Nowhere to Be

[father Stains], We're All On Our Knees
Down On Our Words and We've Nothing to Be
Nothing to Be
Nothing to Be

Further Down We're All On Our [sails]
[paid to Upheed] Though We've Nothing These Days
Nothing These Days
Nothing These Days

[further Still, Their Stall in a Daze]
We're Down On Our Knees and We've Nothing to Say
Nothing to Say
Nothing to Say...