(Thompson/Woodgate)
Elysium
Is everyone chipping at your cordiality?
Elysium
You stand ice bound to the wind a casualty
Elysium
Is everyone nagging at your reason to believe?
Elysium
You stare down from a mound with such hostility
Listen to me now wipe your eyes
Relax your hand and come inside
Lift back your head and swallow your pride
Don't be ashamed in me confide
Oh I've seen you pretend
The happy go lucky everything's funky
But in the end
Your manic obsession turns to depression
Elysium
Is everyone chipping at your cordiality?
Elysium
You stand ice bound to the wind a casualty
Stand back watch the bright spark fly
To catch a glimpse don't blink an eye
The touchpaper wrapped around your soul has been lit
Lets go with the flow
Heaven
I'm in heaven
Elysium
Is everyone tugging at your idea to be free?
Elysium
Do they cry out for your sensibility?