Alive in the light on Monday
Alive in the light of May
We zig-zag on a bus to market
I know, I know these things will not go

Alive in the light on Monday
Alive in the light of May
Branches on the ground are shining
I know, I know these things will not go

I'm walking to the sound of your feet
We're moving into squares of sun
Our heads are golden, even mine is
Light on, light on everything to come

There is a branch that's come down lately
There is a bridge not far away
Our heads are golden, even mine is

I'm walking to the sound of your feet
We're moving into squares of sun
Our heads are golden, even mine is
Light on, light on everything to come