A drop in the bucket
Is all I see in your eyes
And it's not enough to make
Any difference
And I know this now
That all the hope
And dreams in the world
Are worth just a little bit less
Than a nail for a coffin
That I'd strike with my own hands
If it would seal the evil
So you would never know
A shout in a thunderstorm
Swallowed up by the sound
Of a ticking clock.
That's choking numbers
And I feel this now
That all the rule
And law in the world
Is worth just a little bit less
Than a nail for coffin
That I'd strike with my bare hands
If it would seal the evil
So you would never know
So you would never know