No, I don't want to sing about words that cry
Like the dark cry of a violin
Us, we see life with the heart's eyes
Nothing will keep us from believing
Believing in the new world we have in our head
Believing in us to change tomorrow
Even believing in lies if that stops them
Believing in the lines of our hands
Believing in the sky flooded with birds
Still believing in the space of your arms
Believing in the color of your skin
Believing that we'll walk more with every step
Believing in time when we're 20 years old
Believing we can build on volcanic ground
Believing we can yell into the fire
When we have love in us