Ismael (Fools Garden)

Please, spread them! Fly to end all the sadness in your eyes, miles and miles away. Step around the walls we've built to defend abundance assail. We're close to the end of Ismael. Ismael. Watch us now, forward not back. Late, too late to change the track for Ismael. Breathe, I'm sorry for the echoes. Sorry, sorry. Breathe, oh sorry for the echoes, and it gets us high, and it gets us down again. Please, spread them, fly a long time. There's no tomorrow. Fly away today, miles and miles away, million miles away, away. Breathe, I'm sorry for the echoes. Sorry, sorry. Breathe, oh sorry for the echoes, and it gets us high, and it gets us down again. Spread them out - shout! The eyes in your face still seem to believe in human race. Oh Ismael, don't you see we're deaf and blind in a way so absurd to believe that we don't pay. Oh Ismael. Ismael. Breathe, I'm sorry for the echoes. Sorry, sorry. Breathe (sorry, sorry), oh sorry for the echoes, and it gets us high, and it gets us down again. Breathe (it gets us down again), I'm sorry for the echoes. Sorry, sorry. Breathe (it gets us down again), oh sorry for the echoes, and it gets us high, and it gets us down again.