Chimes sing Sunday morn   Today's the day she's sworn   To steal what she never could own   And race from this hole she calls home      Now you're at the wheel   Tell me how, how does it feel?   So good to have equalised   To lift up the lids of your eyes      As the mile they disappear   See land begin to clear   Free from the filth and the scum   This American satelites won      She'll carry on through it all   She's a waterfall      She'll carry on through it all   She's a waterfall      See the steeple pine   The hills as old as time   Soon to be put to the test   To be whipped by the winds of the west      Stands on shifting sands   The scales held in her hands   The wind it just whips her away   And fills up her brigantine sails      She'll carry on through it all   She's a waterfall   She'll carry on through it all      She's a waterfall