The bus door shuts with a heavy sound
We drop like stones on the grassy ground
I hold a pickaxe made of cold steel
The rush of the wind is all I feel
Run to the circle before the light
Hold your breath in the middle of the night
Build up a wall and keep the danger out
This is the game that we scream about
I see a chest in a wooden shack
I grab the gold and I don't look back
You found a rifle in a dusty bin
Now we are ready for the fight to begin
Run to the circle before the light
Hold your breath in the middle of the night
Build up a wall and keep the danger out
This is the game that we scream about
The storm is purple and it burns the skin
The walls are shaking as the air grows thin
We hide in a bush by the river bend
I will stay here until the very end
Run to the circle before the light
Hold your breath in the middle of the night
Build up a wall and keep the danger out
This is the game that we scream about
One final shot from a distant hill
The world goes quiet and the air is still
We stand together on the winning floor
Until the bus comes back for one more
Run to the circle before the light
Hold your breath in the middle of the night
Build up a wall and keep the danger out
This is the game that we scream about
Just one more ride
Ride the blue bus home
