Ordered into our own line of fire.
Our souls do not belong here,
We do not belong here.
We belong where we can rest
And we can't until we get there.
We belong where we are free
And we can't be till we're still.

There's an emptiness filling rooms where clocks tick,
Thoughts flying round going nowhere.
Outside Outside Outside
An ocean that will take it for you,
A sun to fill you up again.

We're not from this place of lifts and stairs
Of glass and fears
And brazen bright lights.
Too bright for my eyes,
I stumble awkwardly through this maze
Of empty eyes and deaf ears.

I need to see a twinkle in an eye
Is all my heart will need to bring it back again
Rushing softly back into my chest.
Boy don't stop your twinkling,
There's an army of us coming.
We've been hiding feeling alone,
Until it's time to come home again,
Make it our own again.