What will become of us
If we push against the ground
What will this dream create
when words are not around
fear in what we believe
or truth in what we know
when the world is in oblivion
and your eyes are as white as snow
I need reason and i need one now
show me a new season
make me bow down
What can we feel
when the rain is like fire
Is this lust
or flaming desire
What can be said
that is splendor to your ears
This heart can be bled
turning kisses into tears
On the straight and narrow
But broad is the wave of our future
Undermining and undesigning
What have we become
