The Voice Beneath the Rubble
In silence, in sadness
The rescue wanes amidst the madness
Distress call, faint signal
Inside white noise intermingled
It slowly degrades, lost in the storm
In bedrooms, by firelight
Debate who will make it through the night
A pulse in your cells calling from home
Barricades long-wasted
Feel all their hearts breaking
The broadcasts and the networks
All sadly agreed that they feared the worst
All lost in a hell so far from home
In panic, and in horror
10 million strong thrown into disorder
Its all in your hands... fly toward the sun
Barricades long-wasted
Feel all their hearts breaking
Can't see the light any more.