Float over land Far too long we've trawled Braced ourselves to fall No place to stand I would answer any call In this free-for-all Maybe soon someone will come And you'll be found Maybe soon someone will come And pull you down What little faith Is deficient burning low Now we're moving slow And our dreams in wait Pulled in by the undertow Horizons losing glow Everyone under the sun has been found Everyone under the sun is on the ground Where do we belong? Where do we belong?