Endless - Comrades

There is a burning in our hearts

For a place to call our home

There is a burning and it’s smoked

Every morning the sun rose

I will long for some place higher

Than these walls and windows

But we’ll keep on playing house

In a place that isn’t home

Woah

Oh my friends, cry no more

We were born for endless joy

So take heart!

We walk on

We walk on

Oohh, ohhhh