In and out of phase

The clock winds up the nations hands

Falling on disgrace

Watching pragmatists have plans

To bringing down the face

The woman hides the strings of death

Stepping down the maze

A broken life will bind a broken man

In and out of phase

The clock winds up the nations hands

Falling on disgrace

Watching pragmatists have plans

To bringing down the face

The woman hides the strings of death

Stepping down the maze

A broken life will bind a broken man

In and out of phase

The clock winds up the nations hands

Falling on disgrace

Watching pragmatists have plans

To bringing down the face

The woman hides the strings of death

Stepping down the maze

A broken life will bind a broken man

A second hand can sell

To a fading sense of self

The wares and tools to break and make another hell

The blindness we hide inside

Will make us carry more

Empty cans and useless monuments of wealth

And we could hold hands

Bring back the sea

And we could stand up

We could believe