In the gut in the gut is where we lost the thinking cap
In the air in the air is where we have our sorrows to share

I'm a speck i'm a grain i'm a crumb i'm a mote i'm a trace
With my hands in my jacket parading down the straights

I had a long time i had a long time in the sun

Take my hand
Take my hand
What have i got left for you to take?
Wheres my mind?
Wheres your soul?

Our bodies were in the back having heart attacks

Speck i'm a grain i'm a crumb i'm a mote
I'm a trace of the love we used to have

I had a long time i had a long time in the sun