March
When the storm was coming, we swallowed our words
We became mute to the fear of being found
When the storm arrived, we refused to see the world
To death we cheered while we drowned every sound
When the storm was coming, we began to play dead
Falling from each house as we turned our looks away
When the storm arrived, in silence we would stare
Between screams, we could hear their innocence break
Can you hear, did you hear?
Erase
Now we've swept our memories under this rug
We've cleaned out the blood and we've forgotten what we've learned
And history becomes the tears under our feet
And history becomes what we want it to be
March, march
Turn your head and close your eyes
You've seen nothing
This shall pass
March, march
Turn your head and close your eyes
You've seen nothing
This shall pass
March, march
Turn your head and close your eyes
You've seen nothing
This shall pass
March, march
Turn your head and close your eyes
You've seen nothing
This shall pass
Now we've swept our memories under this rug
We've cleaned out the blood and we've forgotten what we've learned
And history becomes the tears under our feet
And history becomes what we want it to be
Now we've swept our memories under this rug
We've cleaned out the blood and we've forgotten what we've learned
And history becomes the tears under our feet
And history becomes what we want it to be