YeahnGrab a broken branchnWith a sunburnt handnIn a washed up landnnSoonnWe should rest a whilenYou're like a tired childnIt's been a lot of milesnnI might fall downnAnd my back is badnYou might fall downnOn a sleeping bagnnSo you should hold my handnWhile everything blows awaynnAnd we'll runnTo a brand new sunnWe will runnTo a brand new sunnnDamnnHow did it get so bad?nWith all the dreams we hadnNow you seem so sadnnSo you should hold my handnWhile everything blows awaynnAnd we'll runnTo a brand new sunnWe will runnTo a brand new sun