Why are we running from the arms of history? Brown noosed for nothing, complacent- we became Unwilling to lend our hands to love Where we failed to cut loose the chains In the hopes that someday we'll rope the flag to high mast and shine We'll see the names carved proudly in concrete Someday is always yesterday There was no peace in closed fists Or resolutions spoken by old men on Main Street Recalling mistakes made when they were young Rambling on about the world they once knew Unable to see the one we aim to create Embrace, create, embrace, embrace There will be time to lie still in the grave Waiting on something to save us from what it is we became Apathetic and divided, unwilling to see sameness, perfecting the role of enemy Now we watch from the edge of this precipice, utterly ignorant Misled by newsreels that preyed upon our distance. We chose wars by accident When we lost an ideal that once left us in love with the world
So I ask: Are we still capable of love? Are we incapable of love? Embrace. Create. Embrace. EmbraceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
