They said they'd tame the sea when all her storms began their howling. Said they'd patch the holes in sky before the sun bought us to boiling. And they said they'd stop the fires before we burned for understanding. Then they watergated wires to stop the questions and the talking.
And my boy is burning.
They stared building walls around their power and their comfort. But no guns have yet been fired, so keep your heads down, go in quiet. Cos who am I to say that this is all the start of endings When we all hope and pretend just keeping on will bring us everything.
But my boy is burning. My boy is burning. My boy is burning. Right in front of me.