There is a sphere of burning tar, it's all around Everyone in this godforsaken English town I wash away its filthy residue each day But like a mould, it grows, ensuring our decay ♪ I plant a seed and wait to see what will become Of routine watering and the magic of the sun ♪ This is How we survive ♪ There stands a tree as tall as me, but twice as old At times it withers, but come spring, it soldiers on A kindly soul started its journey before me I guess this shows the importance of legacy ♪ Still, every day, I feel bad energies are here But little signs of life make matters easier ♪ This is How we survive ♪ Before we go ♪ Here, we will leave fragments of hope