(Composed by Jon Foreman and Tim Foreman)
She turns like the ocean
She tells no emotion
She's been gunning down the fight
She's just reminiscing
Blood, sweat and one thing's missing
She's been breaking up inside, inside
Singing without tongues, screaming without lungs
I want more than my lonely nation
I want more than my lonely nation
Desperate we are young. Separate we are one
I want more than my desperation
I want more than my lonely nation
We are the target market. We set the corporate target.
We are slaves of what we want.
We're just numb and amused and
we're just used to bad news and
We are slaves of what we want
Singing without tongues, screaming without lungs
I want more than my lonely nation
I want more than my lonely nation
Desperate we are young. Separate we are one
I want more than my desperation
I want more than my lonely nation
Lonely, lonely
Don't leave me hollow, I'm tired
Don't leave me hollow, I'm tired of feeling low, of feeling hollow
I'm tired of feeling low, of feeling hollow
I'm tired of feeling low, of feeling hollow
I'm tired of feeling low, of feeling hollow
Of feeling hollow, of feeling hollow
Singing without tongues, screaming without lungs
I want more than my desperation
I want more than my lonely nation
Desperate we are young, Separate we are one
I want more than my lonely nation
I want more than my lonely nation
I want more than my lonely nation
I want more than my lonely nation
