Here,nGrab a broken branchnWith a sunburnt handnIn a washed up landnnSoon,nWe should rest a whilenWe’re like a tired childnIt’s been a lot of miles.nnI might fall downnAnd my back is badnWe might fall downnOn a sleeping back.nnSo you should hold my handnWhile everything blows awaynnAnd we’ll run,nTo a brand new sun.nWe will run,nTo a brand new sun.nnDamn,nHow did it get so bad?nWith all the dreams we hadnNow you seem so sad.nnYou should hold my hand nWhile everything blows awaynnAnd we’ll runnTo a brand new sun.nWe will runnTo a brand new sunnnWe will runnTo a brand new sun.