If I'm more use to you on fire Bring a match and we'll burn a pyre If I'm more use to you underground Dig a hole and we'll come on down Cos we're down, here for you Take a drive from the drizzling rain Over moors to the country lanes Where the seeds fly confetti thin Over petals of newborn skin And we're down, over you We'll roam around Through the roads and the fields and the towns We'll roam around In my arms you'll be safe you'll be sound I'll be there when your patience thins I'll be there when you're in the ring I'll be there through November rain I'll be there when Sweet Child comes again We'll roam around Through the roads and the fields and the towns We'll roam around In my arms you'll be safe you'll be sound Hold your chin up high Hold your chin up high Hold your chin up high Hold your chin up high So I can see your eyes...