A couple hours removed from home
And it's half a world away
With some static on the telephone
It won't change a thing today
Well I don't know how to understand
Every term made so perverse
To kneel down while we join our hands
As the news keeps getting worse
With some miracles of science
Our faith sold us out again
Tests they run so far from home
When it never makes much sense
It never makes much sense
Hospitals and hallways all so dense
Waiting for the words they won't dispense
If God is love and life is heaven sent
It's mired in trash but that's not where it ends
...
Four months removed from something
Each calamity subsides
With no muted inspirations
Beating odds thought undefied
In the chaos lies some beauty
With such simple goals to make
Writing lines for interception
As the daylight slowly breaks
With all the trees still blooming
Under faded violet hues
There's a chill that prospers in the air
While on the grass we lay confused
But what else can we do?
What else can we do?
As the skeptic few lie waiting
All to hope for something more
In beliefs beyond some logic
When these numbers hit the floor
We all put our faith in something
Where technology resides
Be it science or divinity
Ignoring facts still undefined
With all the trees still blooming
Under faded violet hues
There's a chill that prospers in the air
While on the grass we lay confused
But what else can we do?
What else can we do?
What else can we do?
I'll leave it up to you