作曲 : Pilot Speed
You notice how the talking never stops?

One millions mouths knew what they had lost

We're all looking for a face that we can blame

We'll lie down and ease our shame

We're going to need the wise to dig us out
We're going to need the kind that fill our mouths

The crying shame about all these guns and steel

Is there need and their cold appeal

Seasons change the truth becomes plain

We lost all of our heads then
The lie we defended became easy to ignore

And now we can't see it anymore

going to need the kind that fill our hearts, fill our