The Numbers
It holds us like a phantomThe touch is like a breezeIt shines its understandingSee the moon smiling
Open on all channelsReady to receiveAnd we're not at the mercyOf your shimmerers or spellsYour shimmerers or spellsMmmhm
We are of the earthTo her we do returnThe future is inside usIt's not somewhere elseIt's not somewhere elseIt's not somewhere else
(One day at a time)One day at a time
We call upon the peoplePeople have this powerThe numbers don't decideYour system is a lieThe river running dryThe wings of a butterflyAnd you may pour us away like soupLike we're pretty broken flowersWe'll take back what is oursTake back what is ours
One day at a time