Текст: Fifteen. Swain's First Bike Ride. Implications.

I've seen your lust for things to be all right, well you better start waiting
I've seen it in a million eyes, and I'm still waiting
Cuz the answer ain't your lust for things to be all right, so I'm still waiting
For people's loves to rule their lives, we all seem to be waiting
We are nothing, We are Nothing, We are One
We are nothing, We are Nothing, We are One
We're looking for something, but nothing's getting done
A million sectarian divisions, are only implications of
Our lives, We create our joy, our sadness, our meaning, it seems so self-defeating
Until I look in another man, see myself, touch his hand feel the same life
Flowing, the same life
Growing, the same life
Running, the same life as mine