From the recording Time To Think "EP"

Lyrics

Watch the final sun
Rise against the curve
Still more fire is spreading fire over what is left to burn
What is left to burn?

Have you seen the floating islands?
There is so much waste to build a wall
Have you seen Angels in Exhile?
Who sleep with needles on the floor

We`re trading coral for coal
Ripping out our roots
For those last few drops of oil
To polish up our marching boots

She tells me the same story

Of a son barely born
And a husband who beat cancer
But never came home from the war

We`re trading coral for coal
Ripping out our roots
For those last few drops of oil
To polish up our marching boots

The groove in Manhatten, I love that it never goes to sleep
Will we call it New Venice when the ocean floods the streets
So I am seeking out fame
To give more volume to our voice
Not to point out any blame
To point out we have a choice

Instead of coral for coal
Ripping out our roots
For those last few drops of oil
To polish up our corporate shoes