Little Lives

(One, two, three, start)
Wear—you're right, you're right
(One, two, three)

Wear a coat or you catch your death
Just a vest and I still draw breath, so far, so far
Making toast and a bit gets trapped
I poke around and I ain't been zapped, so far, so far
The cities that you trust will crumble into dust, crumble into dust

But here we stand, a third the way along our little lives
Hand in hand, a third the way along our little lives
If a wheel falls off a plane
They must all just have missed my brain, so far, so far
If a manhole is left open

I've taken care not to tumble in, so far, so far
The people that you've known will soon be ash and bone
Will soon be ash and bone

But here we stand, a third the way along our little lives
Hand in hand, a third the way along our little lives
Healthy and a third the way long our little lives
A third the way along our little lives