they're digging up old bones and are surprised
to find themselves bathed in such fresh blood
reached for a smile and a hand, yet tried and found
guilty of abandon! and crucified by love
they pray for revolution, yeah they beg for change
with faces and fists raised high above
the dance for rain will soon be answered
he's making up for lost time, he's sending the flood
which of course will extinguish the light
that the burning of bridges provide
buoyed by the faith of their concrete convictions
they'll all sink the same no matter how hard they've tried