I have my mother's dreams.
I have my father's eyes.
You can't take that from me.
Just go ahead and try.
The crescent city sleeps,
While giants in the sky preparing to unleash.
Let loose a might cry.
Can nobody save us? Will anyone try?
This pyre is burning. The severence is tight.
And now alone can say it.

Help is on the way. (They said, they said.)
Help is on the way. (They said, they said.)
Hold my hand to help see.
Right there in front of me.
Help is on the way.

Five thousand feet below.
As black smoke engulfs the sky.
The ocean floor explodes.
Eleven mothers cry.
My bones are resining. A burning lullaby.
You can't take that from me.
Just go ahead and try.
She stands at the shore line.
With hands in the air.
Her words pierce the dark light,
"Does anyone care?"
And all alone can say it.

Help is on the way. (They said, they said.)
Help is on the way. (They said, they said.)
Hold my hand to help see.
Right there in front of me.
Help is on the way.

Right here. Right here.
Right here. Right here.
Right here. Right here.

Choking on the black gold
Upon which we rely.
We keep axes in the attics.
To see cameras in the sky.
Help is on the way. They said, they said.
Help is on the way. They said, they said.
We were told just to sit tight
'cause somebody would soon arrive.
Help is on the way.
But it never came.
It never came.

Help is on the way. (They said, they said.)
Help is on the way. (They said, they said.)
Hold my hand to help see.
Right there in front of me.
Help is on the way.

On the way.