I'm lost in reverie You and I are seventeen Everything is still, not a shake nor tremble And then slowly our loathing will interfere And our hatred begets a ubiquitous fear And now When it feels like there's no control Are we forgetting that this place is our home? This blue-green spinning rock Orientation, nor race, not religion, or name can earn Our hate We don't need height but width to unite No arms raised but arms strung along Nothing to fear except for fear itself We all feel love and pain We all bleed the same, don't we? (don't we) The need for change is not the whim of an hour We can only break inertia with relinquished power If the yen of unity resides high and dry On the spotless mezzanine in the mortal mind and once Every drop of life has been wrung out of our pores Mark my words, this vast green earth will groan to turn Will we still insist on using our fists? We don't need our fists to learn And when we are dead and truly alone Are we remembered by our faith or skin tone Who we fuck, who we don't Or by our love of this life The child still inside survives, our hate We don't need height but width to unite No arms raised but arms strung along Nothing to fear except for fear itself We all feel love and pain We all bleed the same, don't we? (don't we) We don't need height but width to unite No arms raised but arms strung along Nothing to fear except for fear itself We all feel love and pain We all bleed the same, don't we? (don't we) Don't we?