| (Beautiful exists, simply for its own sake) | |
| I'm breathing with a sinking earth | |
| Gasping for breath feeling hurt | |
| Showing my rage as | |
| I turn the pages | |
| Reading the words and between the spaces | |
| Could it be, could it only be | |
| The love we've lost was all we got | |
| Tell me the earth turns for the worst | |
| I'll tell your words are blind and cursed | |
| I'm waiting for the world to change | |
| Turn around, change the way | |
| We breed ignoration of beauty and creation | |
| A non stop battle with life in the saddle | |
| Could it be, could it only be | |
| The things that have been left to bleed | |
| Tell me now with all honesty | |
| This precious world of yours is free | |
| And if you see me staring | |
| You know that | |
| I'm not here | |
| I'm searching for reasons to overcome the fear | |
| They're here, they're here, around me | |
| He stands, he stands, beside me | |
| Could it be could it only be | |
| Competing with the loud demands | |
| See the sights and hear the sounds | |
| Of desperation of war and creation | |
| The earth must cost and now we're faking | |
| Could it be, could it only be | |
| Chances slip through our fingertips | |
| Tell me the earth turns for the worse | |
| I'll tell your words are not the first repeat chorus |