Common Ground

Through foreign lands

W ride a million miles an hour

Adapting to the fate we think is in our hands

Yet we're afraid

Is this all too late?

One step closer to now...

And we are singing this song of praise

For something we have lost

For something we have found

For all our wishes on this common ground

For something we must give

For something we must live

For all the tears and loneliness we've found

On this common ground

Beneat the newest star we try

When the silence sounds

Adapting to the fateful lie

[ solos - Hanssen (1), Dow (2) ]