You ain't ever coming back to me That's not how things were supposed to be You take my hand just to give it back No other lover has ever done that Can you see me Floating above your head As you lay in bed Thinking about everything That you did not do

Hurry up, the world needs this (The world needs this) What if we don't give in? What if we trade it all? Complacency for a voice that won't be ignored How can we just give up? How can we just give in? What if the silent majority wasn't silent anymore?