Please,
spread them!
Fly to end all
the sadness in your eyes,
miles and miles away.
Step around the walls we've built to defend
abundance assail.
We're close to the end of
Ismael. Ismael.
Watch us now, forward not back.
Late, too late to change the track
for Ismael.
Breathe,
I'm sorry for the echoes.
Sorry, sorry.
Breathe, oh
sorry for the echoes,
and it gets us high,
and it gets us down again.