First Light Songtext
von Martin John Henry

Every time I come around there
Black boxes full of tar abound
Did you notice when it left you
No police came to protect you?

Somewhere up the trees
We were only weeds
Who died and forgot about this

As a child
I knew that
I would die
As I grew up
Material


It′s all material
Such, such fine material
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, material

Now every time I come away

Fluorescent strip lights always say
Here's your colour temperature, kids
Spin me round
And turn it up
Don′t look down
When you come up
Here's the truth
So listen up
We all died
When we grew up

First way is a last
Last way is a first way