As much as you say that we won't take care, the bombs went off a week ago. The grass here is gray. We've been walking all day, but I'm not sure we'll make it home. So if you trust me, hold me close and we'll turn to sculptures made of sand. And once they find us a thousand years from now, we'll still be right here holding hands. Still be glowing, smiling like we didn't give a damn. The light's getting low and the dust is snow. The broken windows went everywhere. Your clothes may be torn, but I'll keep you warm and shade your eyes from the firestorm. So if you trust me, hold me close and we'll turn to sculptures made of sand. And once they find us a thousand years from now, we'll still be right here holding hands. Still be glowing, smiling like we didn't give a damn. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. So if you trust me, hold me close and we'll turn to sculptures made of sand. And once they find us a thousand years from now, we'll still be right here holding hands. Still be glowing, smiling like we didn't give a damn. Still be glowing, smiling like we didn't give a damn.