Do you really believe what your saying?
Tears running dry
washing up your face.
Do you really expect us to care?
High in your towers, keeping an eye on the door
the exit, the door.
If I only see what I can see
I know it isn’t there
and if I only need what I can keep
I know it isn’t fair.
You can look away
while they’re dancing on our graves
but I will stop at nothing.
Do you really expect us, to drop all and leave?
The fire has been lit, keep chiming in
and we will be dancing.
Do you really expect us, to leave it all behind?
an we will remind you
that will rise on that occasion,