Tekster: Flaming Lips. At War With the Mystics. Goin' On.

We hold our breath 'til the morning comes
And at last the sun shines through
But the night's so hard that it seems impossible
But what else can we do?

Goin' on
Goin' on

Listen, you'll hear it
We're getting near it
It's coming I can feel it
'Cause I know [Incomprehensible]

Listen you'll hear it
We're getting near it
I know I really fear it
But we pretend it's just a another day

Goin' on
Goin' on
Goin' on
Goin' on

We tell ourselves it's all just normal
Till the worst of it is gone
And then you give up, and you give up
And you just can't take it
How we keep goin' on?

Goin' on
Goin' on

Listen you'll hear it
(Goin' away)
We're getting near it
(Goin' away)
It's coming I can feel it
(Goin' away)
'Cause I know we're [Incomprehensible]

Listen you'll hear it
(Another day)
We're getting near it
(Another day)
I know I really fear it
(Another day)
But I pretend it's just a another day++

Goin' on
Goin' on
Goin' on
Goin' on
We're goin' on