Letra da Música: Million - Curt Kirkwood

seven days a week the bees are risin' in the air
nighttime falls like water and it soaks the heaven's hair
voices rise to whisper out across the trees and fields
whispers turn to lightning all around the broken wheel

and I'd say there are a million
and today there are a million

used to be that one or two were more than I could stand
now I ask for no one to a show of many hands
once it seemed like nothing was about what I could take
now that everything is here, there's nothing I can shake

and I say there are a million
but today there aren't a million

seven days a week the bees are risin' in the air
nighttime falls like water and it soaks the heaven's hair
voices rise to whisper out across the trees and fields
whispers turn to lightning all around the broken wheel
around the broken wheel

and I say there are a million
but today there aren't a million
and I'd say there are a million
but today there are a million
and today...
but today...
and I'd say there are a million