i look out the hole in my window i really see nothing there everything goes from the goodness to the problem factor and then we stand with our hands in the air is there too much to pay for the games that we've played? can we undo the crimes we've etched into time? is there time for a change? from the things we've estranged is it ourselves we should hate or is it too late? i walk through these crowded city streets i really see no one there money in their pockets proves to us that they've progress but their hearts show they don't care is there too much to pay for the games that we've played? can we undo the crimes we've etched in our time? is there time for a change? from the things that we've estranged is it ourselves we should hate or is it too late? i breathe the early morning air this crazy world has often scared my hope of ever wanting to ever want to live here this crazy world has often scared my hope of ever wanting i take a step into the air