i think i shall never see
again the day of only sun
i think the ocean in which i stand
to help wash away the fears
will continue to erode till there's barely even sand
and the mountain i climbed
each year will shrink
till the view is no greater than out the window
of the skyscraper
the birds will choke
on the politicians smoke
from the cigarette he stole
and all the lies we sold
will pile up on top of one another
and the world will soon lie still
and the noise will soon fade out
and the silence will ring
as we start again