Open your hands, come together,
Come down to me from where you are, are,
No hope is found in these new medicated memories,
What we need now is...
What we need now is...

New music for the quiet revolution.

Don't push too hard or I might break,
Don't give too much or I might take,
One more existential fake,
When what we hate is what we become.

I did not come to force my way,
My strength is in the words I say,
Let man bow down and God repay,
So much for the militant mind
Some new religion we find will not illuminate the blind,
How worthless we become.

But I'll never find my way, (down by myself)
We'll learn more the give it away. (struggling me and on one else)

New music for a quiet revolution,
New music for the quiet revolution.

Not by strength, not by might, nor by man, nor by my own way,
All these things I see shining like a mountain from far away,
I step off the disillusioned foundation my fathers have laid,
I breath deep in the cold summer silence, alone, unafraid,
But I will sleep sweetly,
No man will I follow, but God in this way,
My step is toward peace and my face set in motion, that souls might be saved.

New music for the quiet revolution,
New music for a quiet revolution,
New music for the quiet revolution,
New music for the quiet revolution.