Nothing Changes on New Year’s Day —
Under a blood red sky A crowd has gathered in black and white Arms entwined, the chosen few The newspaper says, says Say it’s true, it’s true And we can break through Though torn in two We can be one
A solid rainbow spans the falls.
Under a blood red sky A crowd has gathered in black and white Arms entwined, the chosen few The newspaper says, says Say it’s true, it’s true And we can break through Though torn in two We can be one