[ Featuring Vishnu Kumar ]
Younger then, we'd given up
Possibly foolish, but not enough
In our own skin, taking what we got
Blissful silence couldn't hurt
Where are we going then
Where are we going now
Where are we going next
And why
Younger then, we would believe
Not what was true, but what we could see
Like a blown-out lamp, in the dark
Our hands outstretched
Wondering
Where are we going
Where are we going
Where are we going
And why
Where are we going then
Where are we going now
Where are we going next
And why
