As we turn the light We'll try and breath new life into a movement That became so static in your wake, but still We'll hold onto those things that made us Blue and realise why static held what it did for you And what it held for me As we turn the light we'll try and lead our lives into a Freedom that became so clear in your wake, but still We'll hold onto those things that made us Blue and realise held what it did for you And what it did for me Do you think we're dying to be you and Hang ourselves with the rope you led us to?