One spot on an empty canvas. One chair in an empty room. No place for a revolution. No hope if the signs are true. We stand at the edge of something. Will we ever know what it is. Hold on 'cause the wind is rising. And we can't get away from it. We're in shock from the failed emotion. No cause in a shadow land. We sing while the city's burning. No room no escape no plan. We all never thought it would end this way. And we need a hero. To save us from ourselves. We need a hero. To save us from ourselves. Save us from ourselves. Save us from our fear. When the sirens wail we need a hero here. We hide on our knees in silence. Maybe God doesn't hear at all. And the wait overtakes the violence. And we watch as the giants fall. We're not gonna let it end this way