Polish The Machine

You were born with your future bright
Not yet told you're an old child
You were born with your future bright
Hear the storm when you turn thirteen
I think it's just a bad dream
Hear the storm, polish the machine

Put your arms up, put them up
Put your arms up, put them up
Put your arms up, put them up
Put your arms up, put them up

Walk a stride, same way everyday
I feel like a box moves with me
But looking up, i can see the sky
In the storm all your feelings go
But some sadness stays within you
Do you like to polish the machine?

Put your arms up, put them up
Put your arms up, put them up
Put your arms up, put them up
Put your arms up, put them up
Put your arms up, put them up
Put your arms up, put them up
Put your arms up, put them up
Put your arms up, put them up