Common ground
Through foreign lands
W ride a million miles an hour
Adapting to the fate we think is in our hands
Yet we're afraid
Is this all too late?
One step closer to now...
And we are singing this song of praise
For something we have lost
For something we have found
For all our wishes on this common ground
For something we must give
For something we must live
For all the tears and loneliness we've found
On this common ground
Beneat the newest star we try
When the silence sounds
Adapting to the fateful lie
[ solos - Hanssen (1), Dow (2) ]
