I'm beginning to see, I'm beginning to see What these people mean when they say it's over I was born, I was born To fight this face and mourn the loss of it Spill the ink, forget to think You learn to write, when you learn to drink Oh but you have got the gift of the broken voice That was just white noise Oh I thought we were free Oh I thought we were free I don't know why we can't breathe, we came down from the mountain