| Dear brothers and sisters | 
| dear enemies and friends | 
| Why are we all so alone here | 
| All we need is a little more hope, a little more joy | 
| All we need is a little more light, a little less weight, a little more freedom. | 
| If we were an army, and if we believed that we were an army | 
| And we believed that everyone was scared like little lost children in their | 
| grown up clothes and poses | 
| So we ended up alone here floating through long wasted days, or great | 
| tribulations. | 
| While everything felt wrong | 
| Good words, strong words, words that could’ve moved mountains | 
| Words that no one ever said | 
| We were all waiting to hear those words and no one ever said them | 
| And the tactics never hatched | 
| And the plans were never mapped | 
| And we all learned not to believe | 
| And strange lonesome monsters loafed through the hills wondering why | 
| And it is best to never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever wonder why | 
| So tangle — oh tangle us up in bright red ribbons! | 
| Let’s have a parade | 
| It’s been so long since we had a parade, so let’s have a parade! | 
| Let’s invite all our friends | 
| And all our friends' friends! | 
| Let’s promenade down the boulevards with terrific pride and light in our eyes | 
| Twelve feet tall and staggering | 
| Sick with joy with the angels there and light in our eyes | 
| Brothers and sisters, hope still waits in the wings like a bitter spinster | 
| Impatient, lonely and shivering, waiting to build her glorious fires | 
| It’s because of our plans man; | 
| our beautiful ridiculous plans | 
| Let’s launch them like careening jetplanes | 
| Let’s crash all our planes in the river | 
| Let’s build strange and radiant machines at this jericho waiting to fall |