Listen very closely, hear the sounds
Of the crashing waves
Now darling here’s the story of our world
It’s really pretty ugly
A dying soldier with his wounds
Fighting for a cause he doesn’t totally believe in
Hear his mother scream his name
On the television on the news
Now turn around honey slowly
Watch that step
‘Cause that body might still be breathing yeah
And see that young woman over there (she’s only 16)
And that child before her
Oh honey it’s not her cousin it’s really her son
She’s trying hard to finish her schooling then enrol him too
And she’s all alone in this world
Not a dime to her name
No more dreams about her stunning rise to fame
She’s feeling like she can’t win at this game yeah
Don’t wanna play yeah
So tired of this game yeah

Refrain
And if you pray with all of your might
Do you think that this could change?
Bring an end to tragedy
And if you open your eyes and your mind
I think the world would still be blind
I think they’d never try to set us free

Listen very closely
Hear the sounds of this beating heart
Now feel of the passion of our youth
As they’re being torn apart
Now all over the world
We got our problems to be solved
More diseases than our cures can hold
And wait, watch for the same mistakes to be made again
‘Cause all of our histories and our wars
All of the bloodshed to claim a land
Repeating itself in a loop under different names
What’s the definition of irony?
Well sweetie, it’s best when it’s used in an example
Like bombing the world for peace

Listen very closely to the sound of the world’s protest.