I can't grow without 
a weapon or a dream 
'cause we belong to her. 
What is soft to touch 
forever we will be 
and we belong to her. 

Beneath the polaroid 
the walls are groing on 
and it gave, and it gave us hope 
in the past when we were friends. 

I deny, at the night 
there's no where to walk no hurry 
the machines, oh the machines they were all finre and full. 

I can't grow without 
a weapon or a dream 
'cause we belong to her. 
What is soft to touch 
forever it will be 
and we belong to her.