Now our day's done we're cleaning our machines
(And) though our work has won
We're still allowed to dream
My body's my own, my body's my own
When fortune fades at once
It drags you through the weeds
All your gazes are done
(But) you're still allowed to see
Your body's your own, your body's your own
And the strands are falling like the leaves
On a chilly autumn breeze
And I know, oh I know just where they'll go
To a place whiter than snow
Now we wait alone our dust is not appeased
Made our graves a phone
(But) we're still allowed to be
Our body's our own, our body's our own
And the plans are falling like debris
Caught blinded by the fear
And I know, oh I know just where they'll go
If you've been there you would know
Let me take you to a place whiter than snow
Whiter than snow
Whiter than snow