when you gonna shake off the malaise i need you to be on i need you strong for all the trouble that belongs to us when you follow me into the maze and not the one you know there will be false starts there will be madness and a moat and then the exit starts to glow oil drips from the vine it trickles down your fingers as i take your little hand in mine and later with the sadness of the saints say nothings made to last these days but im gonna be by you til my last days when you gonna shake off the malaise i need you to be on i need you strong for all the trouble comin on oh baby stand tall the innocent time youre in now aint so innocent after all but something of a golden age remains see nothings made to last these days but im gonna be by you til my last days3