Pilot Speed
What Is Real, What Is Doubt
You notice how the talking never stops?One millions mouths knew what they had lostWe're all looking for a face that we can blameWe'll lie down and ease our shame We're going to need the wise to dig us outWe're going to need the kind that fill our mouthsThe crying shame about all these guns and steelIs there need and their cold appealSeasons change the truth becomes plainWe lost all of our heads thenThe lie we defended became easy to ignoreAnd now we can't see it anymore(We're going to need the kind that fill our hearts, fill our mouth)
From Letras Mania