I wonder what they'll make of us in distant days
Will they look back, through mountains of ash,
Industrial flames?
Every moment every hour hiding what's inside
Life's like brick and mortar inscribing what we leave
Behind
God awful waste

If they tried to sum what we have done, what would
They say
We turned all this green into trash and we threw it
cll away
Every moment every hour hiding what's inside
Life's like brick and mortar inscribing what we leave
Behind
Call of the waste

If we make it through this age of fool and see
Distant days
Our daughters and sons will see all life as one
But until that day
Lets all sing love

Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love