(Are you ready for a great show'
Well then, give it up for Undercover.)

Well, alrighty then.

Brittle bones try to fight their way,
Fight the cloth between the fingers,
On the canvas, watch the painter call his painting,
Call the trouble under feet that can't stand still.

Under feet that can't stand still,
Under feet that can't stand still.

Still, she's alone, embraces everything,
Everything was lost in the wreckage,
Grab the pen, spills her sorrow,
Dancing in the colours of the celebration.

Under feet that can't stand still,
Under feet that can't stand still,
Spill.

The beauty remains,
The beauty,
The beauty remains,
The beauty.

Let go, let go, let go, let go,
Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go,
Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go,
Let go, let go, let go.

The beauty remains,
The beauty.

Suffering will fade away.

The beauty will remain.