The streets are painted with a fear so profound
That for a moment we might hear not a sound,
We don't know who we really are,
But it seems that's fine,
There's safety in comfort and just being pushed around.
And when you stop and close your eyes, it's hard to find a single thought inside that's actually ours,
Yeah, it's a fascinating time,
But we've paid a price,
The wind is howling all the pain of what we've lost.
The wind is howling the sound of who we once were,
The echo of a distant past.
If you just listen, you will find that we are still the same,
On our path to see nothing's changed.
Such placid moments reveal
The illusive core of all the values we hold dear,
Confounded, losing all sense of who to trust,
The wind is howling all the hope still left in us.
The wind is howling the sound of who we once were,
The echo of a distant past.
If you just listen, you will find that we are still the same,
On our path to see nothing's changed.
Let go of everything that you're made to believe,
It is in times of stillness we find reasons to live,
Outcomes are not to be taken for granted,
Nor to be feared,
And whether you believe or not, it is truly
How we become free.