Teksty: Hope Of The States. Black Dollar Bills.

I've seen broken people smile with light
You can't buy us with dollar bills,
You can't move the world with broken rules

No-one hopes for anything with nothing at all
(Orchestral)

What's become of me? I'm trying...
Hold me in the dying light
I feel something coming when we've all got nothing

We all hope for anything when there's nothing at all
(Orchestral)