There is talk of revolution in the quiet suburbs
And a year ago you would've said that was absurd
Because we'd filled our lives with emptiness
So corpulent and self-obsessed
Drowning any hopefulness
We found inside our head and chest
Is it smoke or steam that's rising from the hospital?
We're doing things we once thought were impossible
And who can fully understand
Why we sat down to take a stand
And now the water's rising
It seems the walls are made of sand
If not now then when?
And if not you then who?
If not now then when?
And if not you then who?
Can I get a witness?
Is it smoke or steam that's rising to the city-sky?
What will we do when there is nothing left to buy?
When we wake with no one but ourselves
Our empty hearts and empty shelves
Maybe we'll finally hear the sea
That's held within out empty shells
If not now then when?
And if not you then who?
If not now then when?
And if not you then who?
Can I get a witness?
Can you tell me who else will be there?
Will I have to wear comfy footwear?
Can I claim the time I've invested?
Will I get arrested?
There is talk of revolution in the quiet suburbs