Swing low, could be the last call for two of us. I said swing high, reach out and touch the sky. But don't cry yet, it's not time yet. See this race is wrong.
Cry, cry, cry. Well cry like a baby. "C" moon, "C" moon. . So where do you go?. Up high, under low. The devil I know said. "Something is missing". . Outside it's hot, the first of July.