On the high rise estate
Whats at the back of your mind
Oh a three day debate
on a high rise estate
Whats at the back of your mind

Two icy cold hand conducting the way
It's the eskimo blood in my veins
Amid concrete and clay
and general decay
Nature must still find a way

So ignore all the codes of the day
Let your juvinille impulses sway
This way and that way and
This way and that way
God, how sex implores you
To let yourself lose yourself

Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Let your puny body lie down, lie down
As we lie you say
As we lie you say

Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Let your puny body lie down, lie down
As we lie, you say

Will the world end in the night time?
(I really don't know)
Or will the world end in the day time?
(I really don't know)
And is there any point ever having children?
(Oh I don't know)
What I do know is we're Here and it's Now

So stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
There is no debate, no debate, no debate
How can you consciously contemplate
When there's no debate, no debate?

Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Wait... wait... Wait