We are the small axe If you are the big tree Sharpened to cut you down Ready to cut you down Shall bury in it, shall bury in it And whosoever diggeth a pit Ready to cut you down (well sharp) Why boasteth thyself Oh, evil men

Please, don't let me hurt you more In my hair and in my thoughts It's in your stare and at your core She knows a good thing now With our own cost and all can hear the word We spend the whole days all We're feeling more apart And we know you can do more I

And maybe someday down the road I wanna know you Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh I'll sit back and say to myself I wanna go there where you go I wanna find out what you know Yeah, I thought so I like how you are with me

I was the girl who was on fire I look in the mirror Is this our world? Is it someone else? To where you are Are we star crossed lovers? Did I really want you gone? If I'm really a winner Where do these demons come from?

Hey there, Mr. Tin Man You don't know how lucky you are You shouldn't spend your whole life wishin' For something bound to fall apart Every time you're feeling empty Better thank your lucky stars If you ever felt one breaking You'd never want a heart

Across the lines Who would dare to go Under the bridge Over the tracks That separates whites from blacks Choose sides Run for your life Tonight the riots begin On the back streets of America

You hold me You caught me without warning You hold me, you hold me See what we're made of So what are we afraid of? We pretend we're not falling But you can't keep your hands off of me Close enough to see right through me I don't know who you are

Where are you now? Who do you go to for a shoulder to cry on? I hope that some day you might turn around and come back home When will I see your face again? No matter how far apart we become you know that I'll still hear your song This is the day. This

Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm That's not who you are That's just not your job Stop tryna be God, God 'Cause air traffic controls the landing Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Come to send not condescend Transcendental consequences to transcend... Where we are...Who are we? Who we are... Trampled moss on your souls... Changes all you're a part... Seen it all not at all... Can't defend the command... Take me a for a ride