dichotomy We're all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. (Oscar Wilde)

Hanson – The Great Divide

The earth is shaking under siege
And every breath will meet its fate
Still we hunger for a moment of freedomEven though the hour is late
I find hope and it gives me rest
I find hope in a beating chest
I find hope in what eyes don’t see
I find hope in your hate for me

Have no fear when the waters rise
We can conquer this great divide
This great divide

When every eye is one the fortune
It can only breed contempt
They say blood is thicker than oceans
Still we box our brothers in

I find hope and it gives me rest
I find hope in a beating chest
I find hope in what eyes don’t see
I find hope in your hate for me

Have not fear when the waters rise
We can conquer this great divide

And we’re gone, and we’re gone
And we’re gone, and we’re gone
And we’re, holding on
And we’re, holding on

I find hope and it gives me rest
I find hope in a beating chest
I find hope in what eyes don’t see
I find hope in your hate for me

Have no fear when the waters rise
We can conquer this great divide

This great divide