The source of income you may choose will not control you nor put you in a cage, but merely help you pull through You say you're void of hopes and dreams, and you're decaying I could tell you we're invincible, you'd still be saying: ‘Is it all we are?’ The course of history is not easy to alter Compare them to the sea, your tears will still taste salter You feel your list of possibilities is shrinking I could tell you everything is love, you'd still be thinking: ‘Is it all we are?’