Hear now, you tall and high fellow.
While we withdrew, you continue.
Hear now, you tall and high fellow.
While you withdrew, we continue.
You can watch them all grow old, where the others had to stay.
Kept the past that you have had when the mornings gave way.
Heroes are nothing more than the ones that hear us.
Heroes, the shape of strange and the smell of us.
Heroes are nothing more than a bunch of weirdos.
Heroes, with the tying on the roof when the early air is sweet
waking up from the sleep with the dream that could be strong.