We wade out into it, Dawn of the century. nWe're way out, we raise up our arms and wave them in disbelief. nAnd like brothers we march each other right off, torches lit on the shore. nMidway between the forks in the long face of constant war. nnThere's a love common to us allnAnd there's trouble coming from the opposite shorenIt's above us. I can feel it comingnWe wait out each other, drawn through the centuriesnWe're here nownWe raise up our arms and wave them in disbeliefnWe're drawing in tight the tiny circles of space nin the constant effort to erase nThe constant war on your facenn(Despite our deceit) Hidden away, still we breathe.nnThere's a love coming to us all.