You notice how the talking never stops?
One millions mouths knew what they had lost
We're all looking for a face that we can blame

We'll lie down and ease our shame

We're going to need the wise to dig us out

We're going to need the kind that fill our mouths
The crying shame about all these guns and steel
Is there need and their cold appeal


Seasons change the truth becomes plain
We lost all of our heads then

The lie we defended became easy to ignore
And now we can't see it anymore


(We're going to need the kind that fill our hearts, fill
our mouth)