[male
vocals] (
Gentle
acoustic
guitar
strums
with
a
soft,
steady
percussion)
The
morning
light
hits
the
marble
floor
We
walk
through
the
same
heavy
oak
door
But
our
eyes
look
away,
shadows
in
the
hall
Waiting
for
the
other
one
to
fall
Across
the
aisle,
the
air
is
cold
and
thin
Across
the
aisle,
the
air
is
cold
and
thin
You
talk
of
losing,
I
talk
of
how
we
win
We
pull
the
threads
of
a
tapestry
so
frayed
Forgetting
all
the
foundations
that
were
laid
Your
words
are
stones,
mine
are
thorns
and
wire
We
build
a
fence
around
a
dying
fire
Why
does
the
handshake
feel
like
a
heavy
chain?
Why
does
the
sun
feel
like
it’
s
bringing
rain?
Oh,
why
the
distance
in
the
narrow
space?
Why
the
mask
that
hides
a
human
face?
We
trade
our
peace
for
a
bitter,
sharpened
word
A
thousand
voices
but
nothing
ever
heard
Let
the
silence
breathe
for
just
a
little
while
Beneath
the
anger,
beneath
the
trial
Can
we
find
the
bridge
before
the
rivers
rise?
Searching
for
the
truth
behind
the
hollow
lies
I
see
your
children
playing
in
the
park
You
see
the
shadows
gathering
in
the
dark
We
share
a
continent,
we
share
the
same
blue
sky
Yet
we
choose
to
let
the
common
spirit
die
It’
s
a
rhythm
trapped
in
a
cycle
of
the
past
Building
towers
that
we
know
will
never
last
If
I
open
up
my
hands
to
show
you
gold
Would
you
take
the
warmth
from
a
story
being
told?
Oh,
why
the
distance
in
the
narrow
space?
Why
the
mask
that
hides
a
human
face?
We
trade
our
peace
for
a
bitter,
sharpened
word
A
thousand
voices
but
nothing
ever
heard
Let
the
silence
breathe
for
just
a
little
while
Beneath
the
anger,
beneath
the
trial
Can
we
find
the
bridge
before
the
rivers
rise?
Searching
for
the
truth
behind
the
hollow
lies
What
is
the
cost
of
a
victory
won
in
hate?
Standing
alone
at
the
rusted
garden
gate
We
are
more
than
the
labels
that
we
wear
More
than
the
burden
of
this
heavy
atmosphere
If
we
let
go
of
the
jagged
edge
tonight
Maybe
we
could
finally
step
into
the
light
Oh,
why
the
distance
in
the
narrow
space?
Why
the
mask
that
hides
a
human
face?
We
trade
our
peace
for
a
bitter,
sharpened
word
A
thousand
voices
but
nothing
ever
heard
Let
the
silence
breathe
for
just
a
little
while
Beneath
the
anger,
beneath
the
trial
Can
we
find
the
bridge
before
the
rivers
rise?
Searching
for
the
truth
behind
the
hollow
lies
Just
a
little
while
to
breathe
Just
a
little
space
to
see
The
human
in
the
mirror
Looking
back
at
me (
Fading
acoustic
guitar
notes)
Peace
in
the
morning
light
Peace
in
the
coming
night