We speak without saying anything
We seem to be honest, while lying
We lie for our own preservation
We live without trying to be free
We live our whole lives without trying
to be free

And we live with the blood on our hands
if we don’t dig graves and we don’t pull the trigger
And we live our whole lives as strangers,
when we all could live united as one
When we all could stand united
as one

(Solo)

But that’s not the world that we live in
and the life of man is but a raindrop in water
The sharp, sharp quick of a blast,
or the sharp steel of a knife,
or the sharp sudden fire from the sky
From the sky
From the sky
From the sky
From the sky

Music & Lyrics ~ David Spiro
© 1992 Grove Hill Park Music