Wait Maybe this place is everything Maybe we don’t need anything Concrete
You say To hold on to little securities I hope that the world won’t carry me Away, away
All of the pounds of gold The moments we lost or sold All of this Will go to waste
Wait What if the world’s gone back to it The darkness before the enlightenment What then?
Faith Is hardly a wall of security It won’t stop the blows of our enemies They’ll win, they’ll win
All of the pounds of gold The moments we lost or sold All of this Will go to waste It’s just not a mystery The lack of our expertise Won’t be good for anything Anything