There is something more
hello, we’re going down the hallway to the door
we know there’s something more

Our soul has a got a hole
we know but what’s it waiting for
scattered in the street
like dreams and destiny
the things we wanna be
are scattered in the streets

If we’re coming clean
we’ve seen to know we’re incomplete

Chorus:
How do we feel, how do we feel
my generation is aching for real
dyin for love cryin for truth
my generation is aching for you

Country of our own
is all we’re asking for
a place to call our home
a country of our own
we know it must be close
our souls are searching through the cold
the cold, the cold

(Chorus x3)