The Mode Testo

See those people
see them shaking hands, lord
blood on horizons
and love in their eyes, lord
on sidewalks of strangers
of violence and danger

whooa
they carry their weights and their backs are bent low
laughter of angels
cut and dry
flagpoles and highways
where light's in your eyes
shine
shine
shine through the danger of
violence of strangers

whooa
they carry their weights and their backs are bent low