There is a sound that leads me on
that carries my will, covers my shame
it shows me the way to water the stones
it comes and it goes, it's always the same
There is a race to be won
that drives my will, makes me young again
it gives me the choice to bury the bones
when flesh is gone, to live again
And I raise my voice but no reply
and I swing my fists and wonder why
are we too dumb to tell fire from smoke?
There is a beat that goes on
that moves my will, makes me run again
pumps life to my heart, it marches along
when all is gone we will live again
And I raise my voice but no reply
and I swing my fists and wonder why
are we too dumb to tell fire from smoke?
Are we too dumb to tell fire from smoke?
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