Even with the war outside
My thoughts are stilled inside
My heart's a rooted pine
I know things aren't all right
Hanging by our throats
The words are dead
Waiting for the stroke
To fall again...
There's movement in the vines
The hidden comes to light
We need to open minds
Instead of biding time
Everything must change
Before an end
Waiting for the stroke to fall again
Everything must change
Oh, I feel it from the North
Is it over?
I don't want to know
Oh, it's in the air
Is it over?
I don't want to know
No...