Do you call it call it making peace,
Or do you call it surrender?
When you let go of something you swore
Always to remember
Men speak of light and fire
Like jailors clutching lanterns
Looking into every cell
Into darkness shouting answers
"But why do you care,
Why do you care?" she says.
"Truth is an echo from an empty room."
I hate the peace I need
I hate it like a cancer
They say wither into truth
I move madly like a dancer
Up and down these corridors
Do my footsteps reach your ears?
Does that sound, does that sound
Sound like victory or failure?
And, "Why do you care,
Why do you care?" she says.
"Truth is an echo from an empty room."
