You notice how the talking never stops? One millions mouths knew what they had lost We're all looking for a face that we can blame We'll lie down and ease our shame We're going to need the wise to dig us out We're going to need the kind that fill our mouths The crying shame about all these guns and steel
Is there need and their cold appeal Seasons change the truth becomes plain We lost all of our heads then The lie we defended became easy to ignore And now we can't see it anymore (We're going to need the kind that fill our hearts, fill our mouth)