I'd laugh if it weren't for my tears,
Please cry till the water is clear,
Cry your so hard done by,
In fright you leave them to cry

I laugh to hide from your fear,
And grasp at the light of your peer,
You might if the water were to dry,
In spite you leave them to die

You earn your preoccupation,
And burn the wrong sensation,
Then stop learning there
You earn your preoccupation,
And burn the wrong sensation,
Then stop learning there

Maybe in 4 or 5 hundred years,
Will say be a single culture here,
A critical mass will appear,
Your journey like water so clear

You earn your preoccupation,
And burn the wrong sensation,
Then stop learning there
You earn your preoccupation,
And burn the wrong sensation,
Then stop learning there

You me me and you are lost in all we do,
Moving on from where we are,
Evolves from where and who,
Written in the ruins

You earn your preoccupation,
And burn the wrong sensation,
Then stop learning there
You earn your preoccupation,
And burn the wrong sensation,
Then stop learning there