There is something more
hello, we're going down the hallway to the door
we know there's something more

Our soul has a got a hole
we know but what's it waiting for
scattered in the street
like dreams and destiny
the things we wanna be
are scattered in the streets 

If [bad word] clean
we've seen to know we're [bad word] 

 [bad word] 
How do we feel, how do we feel
my generation is aching for real
dyin for love cryin for [bad word] 
my generation is aching for you

Country of our own
is all we're asking for
a place to call our home
a country of our own
we know it must be close
our souls are searching through the cold
the cold, the cold

 [bad word]  x3
How do we feel, how do we feel
my generation is aching for real
dyin for love, cryin for [bad word] 
my generation is aching for you