[male
vocals] (
Gentle
acoustic
guitar
strumming,
steady
bass
line)
The
chambers
are
quiet,
the
debate
has
cooled
We
look
at
the
faces
who
have
always
schooled
The
process
of
law,
the
weight
of
the
pen
Let's
talk
about
the
journey
of
these
two
men
Mundubile
standing,
steady
in
his
stride
With
legal
arguments
that
he
cannot
hide
He
navigates
the
benches
with
a
calm
control
Giving
every
piece
of
legislation
a
soul
It
is
a
marathon,
not
a
quick
sprint
to
the
gate
He
carries
the
burden
of
the
people
and
the
state
From
the
morning
session
to
the
dying
light
He
keeps
the
vision
focused
and
his
record
tight
Oh,
the
echoes
of
the
floor
still
ring
in
the
hall
When
the
gavel
strikes
down
and
the
leaders
stand
tall
Mundubile
and
Makebi,
playing
their
part
With
the
nation's
future
held
inside
their
heart
It
is
the
rhythm
of
the
policy,
the
flow
of
the
tongue
While
the
stories
of
the
progress
are
still
being
sung
Makebi
rising,
voice
clear
and
precise
Analyzing
angles,
rolling
out
the
dice
He
cuts
through
the
noise
with
a
measured
approach
Giving
no
room
for
the
critics
to
reproach
He
knows
the
constitution
like
a
map
in
his
hand
Working
for
the
benefit
of
all
across
the
land
It
is
a
balancing
act,
a
dance
on
the
line
Searching
for
the
version
that
will
eventually
shine
Oh,
the
echoes
of
the
floor
still
ring
in
the
hall
When
the
gavel
strikes
down
and
the
leaders
stand
tall
Mundubile
and
Makebi,
playing
their
part
With
the
nation's
future
held
inside
their
heart
It
is
the
rhythm
of
the
policy,
the
flow
of
the
tongue
While
the
stories
of
the
progress
are
still
being
sung
It
is
not
just
the
conflict,
it
is
not
just
the
fight
It
is
the
pursuit
of
what
they
deem
to
be
right
Across
the
aisle,
across
the
divide
They
let
the
principles
be
their
only
guide
So
here
is
to
the
work
that
happens
behind
the
scene
Keeping
the
legislative
process
feeling
clean
Mundubile
pushing,
Makebi
in
the
fray
Defining
the
shape
of
a
much
brighter
day
It
is
the
service,
the
sacrifice,
the
time
that
they
spend
Looking
for
the
curve
where
the
troubles
might
end
Oh,
the
echoes
of
the
floor
still
ring
in
the
hall
When
the
gavel
strikes
down
and
the
leaders
stand
tall
Mundubile
and
Makebi,
playing
their
part
With
the
nation's
future
held
inside
their
heart
It
is
the
rhythm
of
the
policy,
the
flow
of
the
tongue
While
the
stories
of
the
progress
are
still
being
sung
Yeah,
the
echoes
remain
In
the
chamber,
through
the
rain
Mundubile
and
Makebi
Walking
on,
walking
on (
Fade
out
with
soft
guitar
melody)