Still Life

Snow is falling from the winter skies of grey
 Shattered street lamps from the '40s guide my way
 As I walk through this crowd of never-ending sadness
 One voice calls out to me and says
 "Make it better"
 Still life
 It's what we're made of
 Still life
 It's what we're made of
 Still life
 Not a moment passes where I don't feel ashamed
 Look at the people and wonder who's to blame
 What would it take to set this perfect nation free?
 Look in the mirror
 No-one looks back at me
 Still life
 It's what we're made of
 Still life
 It's what we're made of
 Still life
 And it may be when your time has come
 There's nothing left to find
 And it may be when your time has come
 There's no place left to hide
 Still life
 It's what we're made of
 Still life
 It's what we're made of
 Still life
 What we're made of
 Still life
 It's what we're made of
 Still life