Lessons

You're so much younger in spirit.
You're so carefree
and unaware.
Maybe one day
you'll teach me your secret.
Show me your world,
I'll meet you there.

I watched him walking
by the river.
Such sadness inside his eyes.
The world heavy
on his back.
He's buying into all their lies.

I'll teach you patience
if you teach me laughter.
And maybe one day
the world will follow after.
Oh we don't want to hear it,
the guilty conscience in our head.
So we'll walk around,
our eyes turned down.
Living among the dead.

And we'll sit around,
just staring,
till the media becomes a drug.
We're a war torn, weary,
working nation.
But we've swept pain under the rug.

And maybe it's not even there....

I'll tech you patience
if you teach me laughter.
And maybe one day
the world will follow after.
Oh, we don't want to hear it,
the guilty conscience in our head.
So we'll walk around,
our eyes turned down.
Living among the dead.

We're only living among the dead....

Let this heart inspire.
Let us starte a fire.
Live out loud, we're shouting higher,
till our lungs our full.
Our ears are ringing.
We're not singing,
we're screaming.
Oh, we're listening
to our heads.
We're tired of living
among the dead.