[00:15.870]Chimes sing Sunday morn
[00:19.500]Today's the day she's sworn
[00:24.210]To steal what she never could own
[00:28.800]And race from this hole she calls home
[00:38.480]Now you're at the wheel
[00:42.410]Tell me how, how does it feel?
[00:47.220]So good to have equalised
[00:51.840]To lift up the lids of your eyes
[01:01.070]As the mile they disappear
[01:05.690]See land begin to clear
[01:10.740]Free from the filth and the scum
[01:14.540]This American satelites won
[01:24.650]She'll carry on through it all
[01:28.330]She's a waterfall
[01:33.860]She'll carry on through it all
[01:37.610]She's a waterfall
[01:43.030]See the steeple pine
[01:47.590]The hills as old as time
[01:52.330]Soon to be put to the test
[01:56.330]To be whipped by the winds of the west
[02:06.310]Stands on shifting sands
[02:10.300]The scales held in her hands
[02:15.360]The wind it just whips her away
[02:19.910]And fills up her brigantine sails
[02:29.590]She'll carry on through it all
[02:33.200]She's a waterfall
[02:38.620]She'll carry on through it all
[02:42.500]She's a waterfall