All graze that sun rise
Funny stood front line with us
Our closet filled with rain drops
A minute silence won't bring that great touch
Rubbing oil to lubricate
That sad face hovering our door post
Was the bass there to bring beauty?
Chorus were sung
While others went on mourning
Our decisions knuckle for attention
Meeting with the undress gossips
Expenditures went on growing
Funding lost it main glory
Embarking for victory
Difficulties being the winning side
