If I could store all the world's heat in a bottle
You'd believe it and more
If I could store all the world's heat in a bottle
You can't bleed anymore

Let the crowds unite, and we'll pull our hair out with them
Mother's coming to take us away
Let her shout tonight, then wash your hands clean of it
This is what we call 'having it all'

Let our shouts ignite - infuriate Big Brother
Father's coming to take us away
So just paint it white. Maybe they won't think of it
Another story is sold today

White out what's left of the wasted time
Right out and left in the friends of mine
White out what's left of the wasted time