On the high-rise estate 

What's at the back of your mind ? 

Oh, a three-day debate 

On a high-rise estate 

What's at the back of your mind ? 



Two icy-cold hands conducting the way 

It's the Eskimo blood in my veins 

Amid concrete and clay 

And general decay 

Nature must still find a way 

So ignore all the codes of the day 

Let your juvenile influences sway 

This way and that way (this way)

This way and that way (this way)

God, how sex implores you 

To let yourself lose yourself 





Stretch out and wait 

Stretch out and wait 

Oh ... let your puny body, lie down, lie down 

As we lie, you say 

As we lie, you say 

Stretch out and ... 

Stretch out and wait 

Stretch out and wait 

Oh ... let your puny body lie down, lie down 





As we lie, you say : 

Will the world end in the night time ? 

(I really don't know) 

Or will the world end in the day time ? 

(I really don't know) 

And is there any point ever having children ? 

Oh, I don't know

What I do know is we're Here and it's Now 





So ... stretch out and wait 

Stretch out and wait 

There is no debate, no debate, no debate 

How can you conciously contemplate 

When there's no debate, no debate ? 

Stretch out and wait 

Stretch out and wait 

Stretch out and wait 

Wait 

Wait 

Wait 

Wait