There's nothing wrong with how you see the world.
Since you've been away I've had time to pay.
Too much attention to the day.
There's been a big mistake.
We're heading down the drain.
We trusted everything, and now we're losing their game.
We could have clued into things that were happening.
But we were too into ourselves to move.
And now lines of you are joining hands for truth.
Some gave their lives for proof that was just lies construed.
And I should probably end this with some good.
And that message from you from London will do.
You lifted my blue, passing the phone around the room.
Spreading love like perfume.
You need to come home soon.