This time we’ve got to make things right. This time we’ve got to stand and fight for our time. Our time. We’ve built our homes, amongst the scattered shadows. We drink alone, although the cup has been offered. Our fears are met by our expectations. And I refuse to feed my fears tomorrow. We can’t wait one more day. Our final hour has been selected. And every second somehow connected. This time we’ve got to make things right. This time we’ve got to stand and fight for our time. Our time. Build a fire inside your heart. Build a fire inside your heart this time.
