We don’t own no land The wind don’t blow to no one plan Hurt the earth, bite the hand Dust to dust, rain to dam All the days that we have fly by and All the birds of a feather fight and All the people held dear keep dying But all the lovers telepathise and All the strings that we tie stay tight and All the dreams that we have survive it Understand the voice Hear the quiet over the noise Dust to dust, choice by choice All the days that we have fly by and All the birds of a feather fight and All the people held dear keep dying But all the lovers telepathise and All the things that we tie stay tied and All the dreams that we have survive it Will all the dreams that we have survive it? And from the top of this hill I see it Everything coming to me in season It’s as sure as the breeze I'm breathing And all the lovers telepathise and All the strings that we tie stay tight and All the dreams that we have survive it Will all the dreams that we have survive it?