The race was won, the race was lost It's not a sprint it's a marathon we must survive at all cost The whispering, the cold dead sights It's cruel mistress forgetting, it's lover, forgetting it's child And interjections are lost and found From the streets to the underground ♪ A passing thought, a passing glance Forget apprehension remember we all have a chance To save ourselves, to save our hearts From the plight of rejection we'll never be stronger apart Interjections are lost and found From the streets to the underground ♪ As the night draws in and the moon hangs high Two lovers descend and wait 'til the morning light And the tree tops flirt with horizon lines Wrapped up tight in each other, 'til the morning light Hey! Hey! ♪ As the night draws in (hey), and the moon hangs high (hey-hey) Two lovers descend and wait 'til the morning light As the tree tops flirt (hey), with horizon lines (hey-hey) Wrapped up tight in each other, 'til the morning light