Come, step into the sunlight The parade is marching Up and down this ghost-town, With sore feet & blisters From too much talk of nothing Step into the sunlight and say something - Anything will due A great day/ a long wait Alarm-clocks screaming out loud A warning Streets like chess-board We're check mate and that is all Step into the sunlight and do something About this suicide-view Come save me With your hands I'm pretty Pretty tired Of balancing on the edge of this knife