It’s like we just can’t help ourselves 
Cause we don’t know how to back down 
We were called out to the streets 
We were called into the towns 

How the heavens they opened up
Like arms of dazzling gold
With our rain-washed histories
Well, we do not need to be told

Show me now
Show me the arms aloft
Every eye trained on a different side
This magic
This [bad word] semaphore, and I

We are listening
And we’re not blind
This is your life
This is your time

We are listening
And we’re not blind
This is your life
This is your time

I was called out in the dark
By a choir of beautiful heats
And as the kids took back the parks
You and I were left with the streets

Show me now
Show me the arms aloft
And every eye
Trained on a different side
This magic
This [bad word] semaphore, and I

We are listening
And we’re not blind
This is your life
This is your time

We are listening
And we’re not blind
This is your life
This is your time