Nobody
Consciences don’t get clean so easily
‘cause we don’t know
What we want
And what we really mean

Your story smells a bit like fantasy
And the waste land might be right
Right beneath our feet

You can walk you can run
For a place in the sun
You forget what you’ve done
Nobody’s gonna come
Nobody’s gonna come
Nobody’s gonna…

Nobody’s gonna see you if you don’t raise your hands
Nobody’s gonna save you, nobody’s gonna hear you scream
So hold yourself, and hold your strength
Just keep what is left
So hold on dear, it’s not over yet
Somebody’s got the right words
They should speak
Losing them
In the sick world they live in

Your story smells a bit like fantasy
And the waste land might be right
Right beneath our feet

Nobody’s gonna see you if you don’t raise your hands
Nobody’s gonna save you, nobody’s gonna hear you scream
So hold yourself, and hold your strength
Just keep what is left
So hold on dear, it’s not over yet

Nobody’s gonna…

Nobody’s gonna see you if you don’t raise your hands
Nobody’s gonna save you, nobody’s gonna hear you scream
So hold yourself, and hold your strength
Just keep what is left
So hold on dear, it’s not over yet