Lyrics

Some of these
conversations need no words
Just a little space to breathe 
And a walk in the earth
Your fathers face
carved out of wood
And the arms of your mother
Lie naked and burned


Oh we
We thought we had it
We thought we had it all
We thought we had it all worked out


So bring that space
Bring it down into your lungs
Quiet your head
And your body will calm
Some may say
That a change will never come
But I'd rather carve out a little hope
Than pretend that there is none.