I am standing by the window of a train
Watching how the condensation turns to rain
There is a man across the aisle, eyes like glass
Counting all the empty houses as we pass
He’s reading headlines about “them” and “us”
While a women falls from the city bus.

So ignore the haters, let the whispers stay
In the noise of a radio far away.
It’s a simple math, a logic of the skin
To let the light out and to let the world in.
We are breathing in the oxygen, one by one,
Underneath the circles of the same gold sun.

There are fences in the gardens, made of wood and wire
And the voices on the screen are full of fire
But if you cut a finger or you scrape a knee
The blood looks just the same to you and me.
We’re just objects in the pocket of the day
Being carried while the planet spins away.

So ignore the haters, let the whispers stay
In the noise of a radio far away.
It’s a simple math, a logic of the skin
To let the light out and to let the world in.
We are breathing in the oxygen, one by one,
Underneath the circles of the same gold sun.

It’s not an anthem, it’s a quiet fact
A truth that stays exactly where we left it, intact.
The lines are drawn in pencil, easy to erase
When you look directly at a human face.

So ignore the haters, let the whispers stay
In the noise of a radio far away.
It’s a simple math, a logic of the skin
To let the light out and to let the world in.
We are breathing in the oxygen, one by one,
Underneath the circles of the same gold sun.