Where Will we wake up tomorrow If ever We get any sleep? We've been back and forth From here to the outskirts I want us To rise with the sea ♪ We've kicked so many bricks These shoes have worn right through ♪ Man, I'd scrap, scrap what's left To bury these feet in the sand ♪ Where Will we wake up tomorrow If ever We get any rest? ♪ We've kicked so many bricks These shoes have worn right through Worn right through ♪ There's a little islands' name engraved In all of our hearts And nothing ever feels better Than finding each letter There's an apple thriving at my core And it's almost ripe We'd never felt bolder Growing a day older Growing a day older