Somewhere out of Reach
It's somewhere
Somewhere out of reach.
A nice place
With comforts
That make us feel safe.
They're a walk across the water.
Are they really not our friends?
We're really such simple souls,
So selfish to the end.
Well you're not stupid
And you're not blind.
You know the reasons
The weakest are always left behind.
Give something back.
Could it be as simple as that?
What can you do now?
Just what can be done?
That terrible river
Of the wretched and the damned.
You know,
We all know,
Just what should be done.
But what do I do?
Just what will be done?
Well you're not stupid
And you're not blind.
You know the reasons
The weakest are always left behind.
Give something back.
Please, just do that.