Signs of Life - The Herd

Stand, stand your ground

Form a chain, hand to hand

Start again, turn the page

We’ll rebuild again

Although it broke our hearts

It did not break our will

We look for signs of life

We call your name

The chair that he leans against

One of many in a home that’ll be condemned

Barely holds him up, he gotta hold it in

He can begin to survey the mess but it’s so immense

The morning after the day the laughter died

With the ground beneath him cast aside

It looks like right after the bomb had hit

As if the house had found hell and cornered it

The human is the hardest part to factor in

Like how will they react when it comes crashing in

With a mad monk’s grin or be compassionate

Hoard what they got or will they try to ration it

It’s just a patter of patience, we’re back to basics

How the moment left your heart racing

Hoping that the worst was over, blown outta proportion

News reader got it wrong, issued a false caution

But if it all comes true, what will I do?

The whole world cut off from my neighborhood

And strangers will react just the same as me

Probably meet us in the street to survey the scene

These times will remind us, of the ties that bind us

And everyone we haven’t met yet, or it’s hollow trust

Ie.

all of us, or we’re all dust

I, ie.

all of us