V1
Rocks and stones are thrown
My house of cards comes down
If I could just own
Can't buy my god with plastic
I don't buy into the lie that the dollar brings
All I'm looking for
Chorus
We move as one
Like this world was meant for us
Steadfast and strong
We will never tire of this
I will never tire of this
V2
They are beautiful
Like the flower fading
If you could just hold
The beauty so escaping
But their created too
Their created too
Worship what you can hold
Does it hold you up
And if it so...how long?
Worship the "Always New"
What is truth?
This is truth/
This is truth