Toe the line. Toe the line. Wake up your time is nearly over. No more the supernova. And no action guaranteed. Wake up you've had an operation. Ideals above your station. Too much reality. Think about the waste of time spending. Watching Mother Nature's knees bending. Everybody loves a happy ending. Wake up you're on your own agenda. Give up the great pretender. With baby eyes of green. Wake up you're holding on to nothing. You know you're only bluffing. As dead as autumn leaves. Think about the waste of time spending. Watching Mother Nature's knees bending. Everybody loves a happy ending. Don't you just love a happy ending?. Oh yeah well so do I. And all your love will shine on everyone. The darkness of the day. A curse in every way. You try to see the light. But you don't know why. Don't know why. They tell you on the phone. To give your God a bone. And grow a set of wings like a butterfly. The guarding at the gate. Reminds you that you're late. You try to take your time. But you toe the line. Toe the line. The children of the world. And daddy's little girl. The grass is always green on the other side. So stay and breathe new lies. Wake up wake up wake up wake up. Wake up wake up. Everything is moving faster than you think. (Wake up wake up). Your pen is running out of ink. (Wake up wake up). Fill up your bath and kitchen sink. (Wake up wake up). They're really kicking up the stink. (Wake up wake up). You've never found the missing link. (Wake up wake up). You should be happy and to think. (Wake up wake up). You're rending members out of sync. (Wake up wake up). And God is whiskered as a wink. (Wake up wake up). Once more are different to the brink