How real it seems When you look away For a sense of meaning And you hear a voice call back I wonder: if it's my own I wonder if these gods we built Are our future selves Reaching out If we hold on, can they save us? Sometimes I wonder If this hope I feel is my own I know it is When I hear their call Tomorrow's dawn will come I'll turn my face towards the sun And the shadows will fall behind me I hear the call of the gods that built tomorrow