All this movement, but still no distance,
All this talk offers what resistance,
So much life anxiously slips through your fingers
Worrying you'll, do the wrong thing,
Make it known put it down in writing,
That you ain't happy now, to tell the truth I'm not sure I ever have been.
Do I win, am I right?
On the good side of the fight?
This soul searching, and making statements,
To divide you, from your neighbours,
Who feed your cats when you are gone for ages,
Who's had enough of, building borders,
Around their hearts then join the chorus,
Division won't solve anything but unity could save us
Nobody wins, unless we all win,
Is this the kind of new world you were dreaming of you want to give your children?
And now you're telling me, that I should be grateful.
Should I be grateful?