Underground -

It s the aching kind

Breaking hearts, as it moves

It s the wishing kind

As it unrolls with hope

We will not fade

Some are the things that we leave inside

Some are the love that we left behind, go wild

My eyes are open wide

Don t leave me Underground

It s the racing kind

That run through this world

And they win in the end

Let them win

And we will be

The loving kind

Some are the things

We could be alive

We could be alive

We will not fade

No, we will not fade

Some are the things.

Some are just words that we call unwise

Some are just dreams that are left behind

That call

My eyes are open wide

Don t leave me underground

If you leave me now, don t leave me underground

And if you leave me now, don t leave me underground

Some are the things that we leave inside

Some are the love that we left behind, go wild

My eyes are open wide