Little Lives Lyrics

"Wear a coat or you catch your death"
Just a vest and I still draw breath, so far
Making toast and a bit gets trapped
I poke around and I ain't been zapped, so far
The cities that you trust will crumble into dust
But here we stand, a third the way along our little lives
Hand in hand, a third the way along our little lives
If a wheel falls off a plane
They must all just have missed my brain, so far
If a manhole is left open

I've taken care not to tumble in, so far
The people that you've known will soon be ash and bone
But here we stand, a third the way along our little lives
Hand in hand, a third the way along our little lives
Healthy and a third the way long our little lives
A third the way along our little lives