The Living Past

Friend, stop for a moment And watch from this corner They've all moved up But eyes are dull They long for a treasure We know how to really measure We played the same Exact same games We're the last remaining Just refraining Or left behind as we've always been From our childhood, with every single bruise Supposed to behave Someone now might not see it that way Maybe due to regrets With no turning back So they can only incite us Frequent ritual We let them incite us And feel that they belong We're the last remaining Just refraining Or left behind as we've always been From our childhood, with every single bruise We'll be the symbol, that's our call Let's make our Mohawks and die as Indians Gonna be beautiful, facing extinction Fighting for ideals We're the last remaining Just refraining Or left behind as we've always been Their past still living Like in a painting We remind them of the fantasies From our childhood, with every single bruise We'll be the symbol, that's our call Let's make our Mohawks and die as Indians Gonna be beautiful, facing extinction Fighting for ideals