I took the early train, the Brussels ICE

Two Rojava punks sat across from me

One had the gleaming eyes of a new recruit

And returned my wary gaze with a smile and a fake salute

And then we drifted off

They had something that I recognized

And that makes me scared (hey)

They had something that I recognized

And that made me scared

They said nothing but I read their eyes

And I had a dream about a bomb at night in Mainе

Élan vital

I must've slept too long and I missed my stop

And thеse Rojava punks suggested we all get off at once

They took me in on trust, they let me crash their house

Because they see no distinction between a civilian and them

And then I feel it

There's no chance for a change in the weather

In the time it takes to make a fist

Keep it up until the world gets better

But we hope we're never careless or arrogant

Never

Rojava punks on a training run

Rojava punks, empty stadium

Rojava punks, yellow, red, and green

I woke up to see two empty seats across from me

But I feel it

There's no chance for a change in the weather

In the time it takes to rule

Without you