We have so much yet to take; so much, so much Lost among plains, scrapes turn into cuts; don't touch, don't touch Breathe in the air, Breathe out the sky Please don't wait up, I must catch my breath, Born as a cub, I still need my rest We sleep well within this hollow den; we sleep well, sleep well Heat's too much to bare, but it's cold inside One day we will find ourselves and leave this place for more than greatness, more than glory, stories will be told about our lives again And we will wait up, You can catch your breath, Born as a cub, You still need your rest.