Out of the woods we've come, 
so far we all have run.
What do you make of it?
It's like we're having fun.
But in the morning there's
lights on the edge of dawn.
We see it clearly now.
The fire has just begun.

And we all fall down.
And we just want to make a sound.
If it's the last thing that we've done.
But there is no one left to hear us.
Cuz we all fall down.

Our eyes have seen too much
of death and victory.
Only the mighty win 
and it's their history.
And in the morning sun,
our arms stretch to the light.
It is a losing streak
for all the rest of us.

And we all fall down.
And we just want to make a sound.
If it's the last thing that we've done.
But there is no one left to hear us.
Cuz we all fall down.

And there is no one left
to pick us all up from the mud
And there is no one left
to hear all that we haven't sung.
And there is no one left to 
learn from all that we have done.

And we all fall down.
And we just want to make a sound.
If it's the last thing that we've done.
But there is no one left to hear us.
Cuz we all fall down.