We wade out into it, Dawn of the century.

We're way out, we raise up our arms and wave them in disbelief.

And like brothers we march each other right off, torches lit on the shore.

Midway between the forks in the long face of constant war.



There's a love common to us all

And there's trouble coming from the opposite shore

It's above us. I can feel it coming

We wait out each other, drawn through the centuries

We're here now

We raise up our arms and wave them in disbelief

We're drawing in tight the tiny circles of space

in the constant effort to erase

The constant war on your face



(Despite our deceit) Hidden away, still we breathe.



There's a love coming to us all.