This is our time and space
So I guess we are all related
We used to be the same
But now we are isolated
There is no much to say
So all I trust now is my bones

All I’ve got is my bones
All I need is my bones
Where did we go wrong?

These times of disbelief
Our roots have been forgotten
We are beyond repair
So now I care about my bones

I’m afraid to ask
Is there any hope for us?
I can’t see beyond this mess
We have come from the same place
But the hope is dying
Do you think we’ll overcome this?