First they took the ABC away And I didn't speak up when the numbers changed Then they drained the colours that we drew And when I turned my back they came for you I walked away but then they offered more Said I was the one that they'd been waiting for But even as I signed upon the page The letters that I wrote began to fade Tell me Will there be no witness No ripple on the surface When we disappear? Are we Obsolete and beaten? Is history repeating That ringing in your ears? I saw the side that I'd been fighting for I realised the uniform I wore But there was no-one standing in between And there was no-one left to speak for me Tell me Will there be no witness No ripple on the surface When we disappear? Are we already Obsolete and beaten? Is history repeating That ringing in your ears? I'm a drop in the ocean I'm an ear on the plain Are we the ones we waited for? We waited for a drop in the ocean And an ear on the plain Are we the ones we waited for? Are we the ones we're waiting for?