Preoccupation - Sunna

I’d laugh if it weren’t for my tears

Please cry till the water is clear

Cry your so hard done by

In fright you leave them to cry

I laugh to hide from your fear

And grasp at the light of your peer

You might if the water were to dry

In spite you leave them to die

You earn your preoccupation

And burn the wrong sensation

Then stop learning there

You earn your preoccupation

And burn the wrong sensation

Then stop learning there

Maybe in 4 or 5 hundred years

Will say be a single culture here

A critical mass will appear

Your journey like water so clear

You earn your preoccupation

And burn the wrong sensation

Then stop learning there

You earn your preoccupation

And burn the wrong sensation

Then stop learning there

You me me and you are lost in all we do

Moving on from where we are

Evolves from where and who

Written in the ruins

You earn your preoccupation

And burn the wrong sensation

Then stop learning there

You earn your preoccupation

And burn the wrong sensation

Then stop learning there