Sing low, sing low.
We're quieting the night of thunderous prose, cause we stole.
We stole the sunlight from the sky, and, now, we know.
Within our skin is only desire of lofty hearts that only aspire to follow in what we are and what we always knew in our own.
So, come along tonight.
Let's take it to them loud as bombs explode, cause we both know it's right.
We're running down the only road we know—and it's all in our hands.
It's all in our hands.
It's all in our hands.
It's all in our hands.
We cry, we fight sometimes when we're alone, but we're just scared.
It's alright, it's alright.
We'll take our chances now cause we feel warmth, and what we've been is well-treated liars who brace against the will of a fire to save our rain—some of all, but we always knew in our own.
So, come along tonight.
Let's take it to them loud as bombs explode, cause we both know it's right.
We're running down the only road we know—and it's all in our hands.
It's all in our hands.
It's all in our hands.
It's all in our hands.
So, come along tonight.
Let's take it to them loud as bombs explode, cause we both know it's right.
We're running down the only road we know—and it's all in our hands.
It's all in our hands.
It's all in our hands.
It's all in our hands.
So, come along tonight.
Let's take it to them loud as bombs explode, cause we both know it's right.
We're running down the only road we know—and it's all in our hands.
It's all in our hands.
It's all in our hands.
It's all in our hands.