This is the sound of our days
burning the light of our nights.
This is the sign of our times,
from my mouth into your eyes.
This is the beat of our praise
setting the pace of our stride.
This is the line that we cross.
With my torch, I light your way.
When the time is right,
we raise our heads and look.
When the bridges burn,
we leave our homes in flames.
This is the noise of our blood
telling the age of our nerves.
This is the price of our lies,
from my lips into your breath.
This is the voice of our past
turning the tide of our lives.
These are the tears that we cry.
With my tongue, I touch your mind.
When the time is right,
we raise our heads and look.
When the bridges burn,
we leave our homes in flames.
When the time is right,
we raise our heads and look.
When the bridges burn,
we leave our homes in flames.