Chimes sing sunday morn. Today’s the day she’s sworn. To steal what she never could own. And race from this hole she calls home. Now you’re at the wheel. Tell me how how does it feel?. So good to have equalised. To lift up the lids of your eyes. As the mile they disappear. See land begin to clear. Free from the filth and the scum. This american satelites won. She’ll carry on through it all. She’s a waterfall. She’ll carry on through it all. She’s a waterfall. See the steeple pine. The hills as old as time. Soon to be put to the test. To be whipped by the winds of the west. Stands on shifting sands. The scales held in her hands. The wind it just whips her away. And fills up her brigantine sails. She’ll carry on through it all. She’s a waterfall. She’ll carry on through it all. She’s a waterfall