The Voice Beneath the Rubble
In silence, in sadness
The rescue wanes amidst the madness

Distress call, faint signal
Inside white noise intermingled
It slowly degrades, lost in the storm

In bedrooms, by firelight
Debate who will make it through the night
A pulse in your cells calling from home

Barricades long-wasted
Feel all their hearts breaking

The broadcasts and the networks
All sadly agreed that they feared the worst
All lost in a hell so far from home

In panic, and in horror
10 million strong thrown into disorder
Its all in your hands... fly toward the sun

Barricades long-wasted
Feel all their hearts breaking
Can't see the light any more.