Come unto me my winter son
We could lie on the rails
And when the morning comes
We’ll be miles away
Miles away
Slipping away while the city sleeps
Running away from this cruel disease
Miles away miles away
Modern boys modern boys
Hand in hand sick of the fear
Chasing away all the hungry years
We’re the modern boys
Come onto me my sickly thing
We could lie on the rails
But to really win we’ll just drive away, drive away
Yes, the world calls my international
So let the decades die, let the parties fall
And we’ll be miles away, miles away
Because we’ll be living like
Modern boys, modern boys
Hand in hand, sick of the fear