Texty: Hanson. The Walk. Great Divide.

The earth is shaking under siege
And every breath we'll meet is fate
Still we hunger for a moment of freedom
Even though the hour is late

I find hope and it gives me rest
I find hope in a beating chest
I find hope in what eyes don't see
I find hope in your hate for me
Have no fear when the waters rise
We can conquer this great divide

When every eye is one the fortune
It can only breed contempt
They say blood is thicker than oceans
Still we box our brothers in

I find hope and it gives me rest
I find hope in a beating chest
I find hope in what eyes don't see
I find hope in your hate for me
Have no fear when the waters rise
We can conquer this great divide


Whoa, ooo, ooo, ooo ooo
Whoa, ooo, ooo, ooo ooo
Whoa, ooo, ooo, ooo ooo
And we're gone
And we're gone
And we're, holding on
And we're, holding on
And we're, holding on

I find hope and it gives me rest
I find hope in a beating chest
I find hope in what eyes don't see
I find hope in your hate for me
Have no fear when the waters rise
We can conquer this great divide

Whoa, ooo, ooo, ooo ooo
Whoa, ooo, ooo, ooo ooo
Whoa, ooo, ooo, ooo ooo