Every thought that I ignore Another questionÂŽs at my door Yes, when will we begin To believe in this again? Can we believe?
Can we believe? I walk down the street With shadows at my feet And words in my head So much left unsaid Do you know how we got here? Do you know how we got here?
I drank to clear my throat Enough to eat the words you wrote IÂŽve said these words before Felt this way, closed that door Are you a stranger? Are you a stranger?
Never seemed to bother me Now I find it hard to breathe Everything that you wrote
Sticks inside and chokes my throat Do I think way too much? Are we running out of luck?
Can a nation built on blood Find its way out of the mud? Will the people at the top Lose their way enough to stop? Can we begin again? Can we begin again? Can we begin again? Can we begin again?
Une nation bĂątie sur le sang Peut-elle se sortir de la boue ? Est-ce que les gens au sommet Se perdront assez pour tout arrĂȘter ? Est-il possible de recommencer ? Est-il possible de recommencer ? Est-il possible de recommencer ? Est-il possible de recommencer ?