Big Soft Punch - The Clean

Well we wait for the day

When the wind gets on its way

And we know what it brings

And we crawl on the roof

Scraping all our hands and knees

We don’t need any proof

Heading off with the truth

Yeah they’re waiting for the big soft punch

And they don’t even know why

Yeah they’re waiting for the big soft punch

They’ll need it if they’re to fly

Now they’re inside

Running on a little room

And there’s no time to hide

But the rains getting close

And they crawl away to hide