The Hours
These Days
When you’re going through hell you’ve
Gotta keep going—If I stop and think about the state we’re in—I just hang my
Head—And
It don’t make sense, the seeds we’re sowing—Do we have nothing left to
Believe in or
Rebel against?
If there’s ever a time we need to come together—The time is now when
Everything’s falling apart—It’s no rehearsal, soon we’ll be gone
Forever—These days are all we have
Can we be bought or sold? Now there’s
The question—If ignorance is bliss then
We all must be on cloud nine
It’s time to ?nd the piece that’s missing
Cos I need something to believe in before
I lose my mind
These days are all we have—I’m gonna
Take you with me…