[Hook 1 Jane Tyrrell]
Stand, stand your ground
Form a chain, hand to hand
Start again, turn the page
We'll rebuild again

[Hook 2 Ozi Batla]
Although it broke our hearts
It did not break our will
We look for signs of life
We call your name

[Verse 1 Urthboy]
The chair that he leans against
One of many in a home that'll be condemned
Barely holds him up, he gotta hold it in
He can begin to survey the mess but it's so immense
The morning after the day the laughter died
With the ground beneath him cast aside
It looks like right after the bomb had hit
As if the house had found hell and cornered it

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2]
[Verse 2 Ozi Batla]
The human is the hardest part to factor in
Like how will they react when it comes crashing in
With a mad monk's grin or be compassionate
Hoard what they got or will they try to ration it
It's just a patter of patience, we're back to basics
How the moment left your heart racing
Hoping that the worst was over, blown outta proportion
News reader got it wrong, issued a false caution
But if it all comes true, what will I do?
The whole world cut off from my neighborhood
And strangers will react just the same as me
Probably meet us in the street to survey the scene
These times will remind us, of the ties that bind us
And everyone we haven't met yet, or it's hollow trust
Ie. all of us, or we're all dust
I, ie. all of us