"bring back that child," she said
"spare me the price of freedom.
cold is my baby's head
blown by the wind of reason"
even the rage behind
cries out to see
we're still standing
under the closing edge
pay for the crime of feeling
when all your pride is dead
you must be scared instead...
a quiet word is my proposition
a promise made of a fierce day
a body bleeds for this coalition
without surrender if you stay
"show me my youth," she cried
"wasted for desolation"
hold up the sacrifice,
pull down your institutions
resting while anger flies
question's the same...
who's deciding?
after the clouds have lain
shame on your generation
when all your guilt lies dead
you must be scared instead
a quiet word is my proposition
a promise made on a fierce day
the body bleeds for this coalition
without surrender if you stay
when all your pain lies dead
you must be scared instead
a quiet word is my proposition
a promise made of a fierce day
a body bleeds for this coalition
without surrender if you stay
a quiet word is my proposition
a promise made of a fierce day
a body bleeds for this coalition
without surrender if you stay
proposition...