take my hand and don t let me go an til the sun is swallowed and shallow and darkness comes to sing us all to sleep face to face without waking graves is this the best we ve got is this the most we could have made of our homes disarray so pick out the bottles and nip up the air waves we re going down we re going down in flames if this is it we re dead set and ready for it with refusing hands and bomb shelters we re better brave then bashful and sing it we are the beat that soldiered on the acky eyes that made it to dawn to kiss and wait to yesterday so pick out the bottles and nip up the air waves we re going down we re going down in flames if this is it we re dead set and ready for it with refusing hands and bomb shelters we re better brave then bashful and sing it