There is something more, hello   We're going down the hallway to the door   We know there's something more   Our soul has got a hole, we know but what's it waiting for      Scattered in the street like dreams and destiny   The things we wanna be are scattered in the street      If we're coming clean we seem to know we're incomplete      «Chorus»   How do we feel, how do we feel   my generation is aching for real   dying for love, crying for truth   my generation is aching for you      Country of our own is all we’re asking for   A place to call our home, a country of our own   We know it must be close   Our souls are searching through the cold   The cold, the cold      «Chorus x3»