Everybody's dying to be heard,
And yet it's silent...we don't make a sound.
If we'd realize the power of our words before we'd speak them, we'd be found.

We'd be found, closer than we are right now.
Maybe then we'd realize, we're all looking through the same eyes.

It really breaks my heart to watch this fall apart.
As we stand there in the distance, saying "It's too late to fix this."
We'll leave it up to someone else.
We'll give our thoughts away for free, and then we'll buy them off the shelf.

We're closer than we've ever been.
I think it's time for us to begin...
To find some kind of compromise.
Cause we're all looking through the same eyes.