Hundreds of deaths
The figures you quote to me are you know
I just don't understand
Something's gone wrong
Why is it happening now
What in a letter left unread
When the words left unsaid
Why the cupboard left bare
Behind the door Top of the stair
Where the cuts that have no cost
The thought for those we've lost
Compassion after-thought
These the lessons left untaught
Throwing bread on the water
When the tide's going out
Throwing bread on the water
Must be something austere
Austere
Search for coins down the chair
Looking through the empty stare
Taking steps to climb the hill
Empty thirst cannot be filled
Filling forms to calm the fears
Hunger cannot quench by tears
Alone in sadness lost from care
Unanswered calls take us there
Throwing bread on the water
When the tide's going out
Throwing bread on the water
Must be something austere
Their tough love
Offers no comfort in our arms
Something's gone wrong
Why is it happening now
Something's gone wrong
Why is it happening now
This a frugal insanity
Measure of inhumanity
No necessary evil
Who will care for the carer
Who could forge something fairer
Who would make change where change cannot be found
Throwing bread on the water
When the tide's going out
Throwing bread on the water
Must be something austere
Austere