Lyrics

To have done with futile tears
And this is freedom, this is joy
But this is harder, this is silence, this is real
This is the future of the invincible boy

So hold your breath
If you feel the way that I do now
Let it wash you white as snow
Smell the smoke
From the bridges that are burning now
Ashes of where you thought you?d go
Is this not where you thought you?d go?

Naked notwithstanding I have worn this war in eyes
Losing face-up like a fountain, spouting reason on the skies
But now for ageless, now for murder, now for bitter, tactile birth
Now for tongues to taste these places full with undeliberate mirth

Chorus

Dancing? Yes, but first we must have freedom

chorus