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