I wonder what they'll make of us in distant days
Will they look back through mountains of ash
Industrial flame?
Every moment every hour hiding what's inside
Life's like brick and mortar inscribing what we leave behind
god awful waste
If they tried to sum what we have done what would they say?
We turned all this green into trash and we threw it all away
Every moment every hour hiding what's inside
Life's like brick and mortar inscribing what we leave behind
Call off the waste
"So the key is in not being afraid of pain, not being afraid of the world's suffering. and if you're not afraid of it then nothing can stop you."
If we make it through this age of the fool and see distant days
Our daughters and sons will see all life as one
But until that day...
Let's all sing love love love love love
Love love love love love love love love love
Love love love love love love love love love