Shine bright, light of day
Let the sun rise in harmony
With the crust of the earth
Alas, there we are
With the hope of daylight
Moving with the glamour and the burden of speed.
When the black ball fell, I believed it was for the field
But the field was filled with
Brains without feet
Necks without heads
And hands without wrists
Ah ah ah
The light of day is fading
What was the essence of the black ball?
Take away the black ball and bring back our feet, heads and wrists.
Let the field be filled with sanity
And the rooms be filled with the feet of heroes
Let the streets be filled be the wrists of legends.
The night cannot capture the day without permission.