Of This World

Sing me a song that will bring back the lands that we lost

The king was wrong he can feel it

The birds will not sing now the air is too thin, nearly gone

And no one here can breathe it

The earth will not bleed all the blood that we need

Yet the fire of our greed keeps on burnin

And the last of the trees have long shed their leaves

And we don't know if they'll be returning

Are we of this world?

Or is she a slave to master?

Did she speak to us?

Were we ashamed to answer?

Sing me a song that will bring back the balance we lost

The king was wrong he can feel it

There's no food to share, now the fields all lie bare, it's all gone

And mother earth won't heal it

The earth will not bleed all the blood that we need

Yet the fire of our greed keeps on burnin

And the last of the bees left defending their queen

All the breath they had left was for serving

Are we of this world?

Or is she a slave to master?

Did she speak to us?

Were we ashamed to answer?

Are we a part?

Or are we apart from her?

Are we a part?

Of this world, this world, this world

Sing me a song that will bring back the lands that we lost

The king was wrong he can feel it