I want the world. I want the world to state it's cause
What do you want? Scream it out loud!
How can you be heard if you don't ever make a sound?
Are your secrets safe and buried somewhere below
Where you know I won't show my face?
I want the world. I want the world to state it's cause
After all, I cling to it's branches, twisted and ridged
Turn young hands old
I could but just won't leave till I've seen the roots beneath
I would but just can't seem to ignore what I can't see
I want the world
I want the world to state it's cause, roots and all
State it's cause, to me