| When it feels like a lion’s den |
| Stand a little closer |
| Stand a little closer, friend |
| And we are something to believe in |
| As we climb steps |
| The warmer it gets |
| And you say your magic words so that I forget |
| And I will write down |
| What is written in the stars |
| It’s all been decided, don’t you realise? |
| What do you say, what do you say |
| We find a place? |
| Make it our own, make it our own |
| When it feels like the end of time |
| Know that as the grains fall |
| You’ll be playing on my mind |
| So lift your head high and don’t give in… |
| As we climb steps |
| The warmer it gets |
| And you say your magic words so that I forget |
| And I will write down |
| What is written in the stars |
| It’s all been decided, don’t you realise? |
| What do you say, what do you say |
| We find a place? |
| Make it our own, make it our own |
| We can call it home |
| We can call it home |
| We can call it home |
| We can call it home |
| What do you say, what do you say |
| We buy this place? |
| Make it our own, make it our own |
| When it feels like a lion’s den |
| Stand a little closer |
| Stand a little closer, friend |