Was it wind I felt, that stir in my blood
The evening on the hill, in the soil and mud
As we watched the sun set to the west as we guessed
What our lives really meant and we thought it was this
We knew we were specks in the universe
We knew we could wreck what was left for us
Yet we knew it was not for us
And we knew it in chorus
We knew we needed voices to be heard over the noise
But we know not where to start
So we will continue to tear it apart
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