If we could make it through the summer
Without cutting off our hair
Then we could make it through the winter
With a pocket full of bread
And then we'll even have the honor
Of working in the field
For a peso or a dollar
And spend it on a cemetery film
Yeah we will
Yeah we will
Well i've seen clouds become so greedy
That they run off with the sun
And i've seen men who trust a feeling
Even when they know it's wrong
And there are reasons to be cynical
There are reasons to be scared
But all our fears will be the seasons
That chase us up the stairs
Where we will heal
Yeah we will
Yeah we will
Yeah we will
Yeah we will