Take me under, take me under your wing
Crack of thunder as the wild bird sings
You can hear her hunger crying out
sonic echo that leaves no room for doubt

Call the shots,
Bring it back to what it's not
Make a move
Do what we do
As the world cries tears in our hands
Are we all part of a bigger plan
Call the shots bring it back to what it's not

Deepest oceans they can't portray enough
Empty spaces turn [bad word] and dust
There's no wonder left for us to love
No warmth or shelter just satellites above

Call the shots,
Bring it back to what it's not
Make a move
Do what we do
As the world cries tears in our hands
Are we all part of a bigger plan
Call the shots bring it back to what it's not