Outside the violence starts to fade
Shadows bright as day
What can we see?
The story of a promised land
We built it with our hands
The lies we speak
We found a way back to the past
I swear that I've seen this before
The trail went cold
Across the land you hear the call
A symphony of all that would be free
And after all the time we spent
It's planted but you can't dig up the seed
We've found a way back to the past
I swear that I've seen this before
The trail went cold
And a flag still hangs from the sky
The truth in a thoughtful disguise
How would I know?
