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