Passing through life's window
As the rain it lashes down
Spent my nights on dreaming
Till these days they came around
So I lift my head first left and right
The colours they echo in frames of light
To find memories we're here to collect
For the narrative of brothers and men
Are we taking what we think we're owed
For all the times as yet unsung
Are they taking what they think we owe them
For all the times we've come undone
Are we taking what we think we're owed
For all the times as yet unsung
Are they taking what they think we owe them
For all the times we've come undone
I was wasting moments
When you struck my mind
Now tomorrow's not tomorrow
These days I find
Only takes a flavour
Just a sense or taste
To touch with memories
That we have set in place
Are we taking what we think we're owed
For all the times as yet unsung
Are they taking what they think we owe them
For all the times we've come undone
Are we taking what we think we're owed
For all the times as yet unsung
Are they taking what they think we owe them
For all the times we've come undone
Send my inner being
Directly into space
Working on a prism
To catch the beauty you display
To try and take you with me
Taking strides across the land
Memories hardwired
For the narrative of brothers and men
Are we taking what we think we're owed
For all the times as yet unsung
Are they taking what they think we owe them
For all the times we've come undone
Are we taking what we think we're owed
For all the times as yet unsung
Are they taking what they think we owe them
For all the times we've come undone
Days filling minds
Waves of fate entwined
To rise to set to fall
Oceans of in-between
We wade the streets for scenes
To illuminate the breeze
And help create the memories
Are we taking what we think we're owed
For all the times as yet unsung
Are they taking what they think we owe them
For all the times we've come undone
Are we taking what we think we're owed
For all the times as yet unsung
Are they taking what they think we owe them
For all the times we've come undone
Are we taking what we think we're owed
For all the times as yet unsung
Are they taking what they think we owe them
For all the times we've come undone