Every morning I can't stand looking at what I see again, the swarms are coming And people running, quicker to judge and adjudicating The swarms are coming. And my friend Joe Playing music for us from the tightrope and he knows They're coming with their knives but He takes our minds away to dance with the waves in the air We're existing, barely living, through microscopes and tiny screens The swarms are coming. And people looking Barely loving, through chambers of the loaded keys The swarms are coming. Time is falling down around our days Is it worth stepping through those ropes again? Come from a place of love, come from a place of love Come from a place of love, come from a place of love Come from a place of love, in what you do Come from a place of love, in what you say Come from a place of love, in how you feel Come from a place of love, the swarms are here Come from a place of love, in what you do Come from a place of love, in what you say Come from a place of love, in how you feel Come from a place of love, the swarms are here