Composer : Matthew Farnham

I try to tell myself that

I don't know how I got here

Views of empty plains

and empty skies strikingly clear

Nothing withers nothing dies

Nothing flourishes or thrives

I try to tell myself that

I don't know how I got here

With no birds to sing their song

And no wind to call the breeze

Without your voice to break the silence

I'm the war, I am the violence

Just the noise of police sirens

Calling forth from the horizon

Oh, without anyone, anyone at all

To stand and fight

Without comparison, how can I recall

What's wrong and right?

Don't pick a fight

I'm here tonight

To live my life

From wrong and right

Don't pick a fight

I'm here tonight

To live my life

From wrong and right

I start to walk across this land

With my head facing down

Muttering comforts to myself

Without making a sound

From the sights beyond my eyes

I can't tell if I'm alive

I'll keep on walking through this land

With my head facing down

In this stillness, I'm not calm

With this stillness, I can't find peace

Without your voice to break the silence

I'm the war, I am the violence

Just the noise of police sirens

Calling forth from the horizon

Oh, without anyone, anyone at all

To stand and fight

Without comparison, how can I recall

What's wrong and right?

Without dark, there is no light

Without earth, there is no sky

Without peace, there is no fight

Without wrong, there is no right

Without a beast to cause destruction

or a love to show affection

Without a past meant for reflection

Calling forth from the horizon

Oh, without anyone, anyone at all

To stand and fight

Without comparison, how can I recall

What's wrong and right?

I don't want to be alone

I don't want to be on my own

I don't want to live without a home

Don't want to pretend that I don't know

Don't pick a fight

I'm here tonight

To live my life

From wrong and right

Don't pick a fight

I'm here tonight

To live my life

From wrong and right