Who says,
that one slows down
derails and then
get their hands full of slime
Who says,
who says “too bad”
the varnish is flaking off,
over, it’s over
Who says,
the bricks and the wastes
the scrap, the debris
get their hands full of slime
Who says,
when the night comes
the TV yawns
boredom, boredom
Lift, lift yourself up
above roofs, slates
lift, pick yourself up
one gets stuck here in the mire
[Chorus:]
We stand up. stand up
even standing in the mud
one can see the stars all the way…
We stand up. stand up
even standing in the mud
they’re unveiled down to us…
We stand up. stand up
even standing in the mud
one can see the stars all the way…
Who says,
in dirty tiles,
in greyness and rain
one sloshes in the sludge
Who says
we’re cursed
that life's tugging
here, here…
Who says,
that we're slowing down
derail and then
get our hands full of slime
Lift, our dreams just a little
above roofs, cliffs
lift, we must pick ourselves up
one gets stuck here in the loamy clay
(chorus)
Who says
we’re slowing down
why stay crouching down