Sails catch any wind that they canThrough any ocean to any landThere's no worriesPower carries no concernSilhouetted by the fields as they burnThere's no worriesYou're falling straight into our handsNo compromise, and no demandsYou're falling straight into our handsInto our hands, into our handsStill water hides an undertowYou can't fight what you can't controlThere's no worries