You and I reconcile our petty lives are precious gold in fabrications 
false translations children suffer our damnation. tidal waves the 
early graves, the money slaves of such confusions. killing softly- 
wars are costly. uglier the growing scar on the hands were using now- 
to pray. Give us a chance to save. What was sacred. All of the good 
that broke into pieces. ready to leave but give us a reason to stay. I 
want to make it. Better then the days before we came. Better then the 
days before we came.


Pestilence is arrogance that's confidence that's choking all the trees 
that gave us precious air inside our lungs- burning up the evidence.   
Out of sight is out of mind and every soul here is running out of time 
to fix the broken window-everyday recovery-Not enough to make it go 
away. Give us a chance to save- what was sacred- all of the good that 
broke onto pieces~ ready to leave but give us a reason to stay- out of 
control in so many places- wasting the energy over the faces we hate- 
I want to make it better then the days before we came. Better then the 
days before we came.

I know why we often fall. Why we- seperate
I know why we often fail- why we suffocate
This way- today- now!
Got to find another way to love- got to find another way to- got to 
find another way to love- before it's - too late. Give us a chance to 
save- what was sacred- all of the good that broke into pieces- no one 
to lead so give us a reason to stay- I want to make it -
I think we'll make it
I know we'll make it
We all can make it make it
Better then a better then
better then today.