Tragedy

The flora, the fauna, the mountain, the sky
Will the ocean still be there if you all close your eyes?
Further from tragedy, closer to tragedy, don’t believe it
Closer to tragedy, further from tragedy, don’t believe it
You can’t hear, but the sound is there, pulsing in the open air,
don’t believe it
The highways, the buildings, the people, the lights
Will the city still be there if you all close your eyes?
Further from tragedy, closer to tragedy, don’t believe it
Closer to tragedy, further from tragedy, don’t believe it
You can’t hear, but the sound is there, pulsing in the open air,
don’t believe it
Now before and after, always
This time is not specific to you, always never again
Now before and after, always
This time is not specific to you, always never again
You can’t hear, but the sound is there, pulsing in the open air
You can’t hear, but the sound is there, pulsing in the open air
(In the morning in the daytime)
You can’t hear, but the sound is there, pulsing in the open air
(In the evening when you’re sleeping)
You can’t hear, but the sound is there, pulsing in the open air
(At the sunrise in the noontime)
You can’t hear, but the sound is there, pulsing in the open air
(At the twilight after midnight)
Now before and after, always
This time is not specific to you, always never again
Now before and after, always
This time is not specific to you, always never again