Brock - )

Down down and down, down down and down

As we spin through the night

With ever increasing might

Down down and down, down down and down

Returning volumes of sound

Into the blackness we drown

Round round and round, round round and round

As we lay in our sleep

The appointment we keep

Down down and down, down down and down

Only the rushing is heard

Onward flies the bird

Down down and down, down down and down

Returning volumes of sound