Texty: Incognito. This Thing Called Love.

Here we are trying to find a meaning for it all
As time keeps slipping away
We take our place in the rows like dominoes
Hoping that we won?t be the ones to fall

Is it so hard to see that none of us are free
Until we all understand
That this fate can belong to us all

Will we learn that the answer?s not a war
With our children dying by the score
Educate and share the wealth with every nation
We owe it to ourselves

But is it so hard to see that none of us are free
Until we all understand
That we all have a piece of the truth

Is it so hard to see that none of us are free
Until we all understand
That it?s more than a word
This thing called love