It comes running through the hillside,
And it sleeps in our bed,
Now it's madder than ever,
And i thought it was dead.

And it's created by the polarity,
Of lovers in Spring,
Score bullets for feelings,
Makes everyone sing.

Oh oh, the inconceivable madness,
Of all the joy you could bring,
Call out this spirit,
Make everyone sing.
Get up and call, call,
Wake up and call.

And joy is in it's lunch box,
With a simpson sticker on,
We've been crying without it,
It's been gone for so long.

And it's been created by the polarity,
Of lovers in Spring,
It's got bullets for feelings,
Makes everyone sing.

Oh oh, the inconceivable madness,
Of all the joy you could bring,
Call out this spirit,
Make everyone sing.
Get up and call, call,
Wake up and call.
How you doing,
How you doing,
How you doing,

Now all out down the land slide,
All out down the stream,
All out from the hill tops,
All out calling me.
All out to your mother,
All out round this place,
Round this place,
Down your face.
Call.
Go on, call,
Get up and call, call.
I'm not tired of living, not tired of living.

Come running through the hill side,
And it sleeps in our bed,
Now it's madder than ever,
And i thought it was dead