Beau Geste Effect

Sometimes it takes just a pebble
To turn things around
Things just don't work
Sometimes
We're chasing each other
Just to hold back
We're talking nonsense
In the dark
Sometimes it takes just a cannonball
To tear us all apart
We're passing the same old
Places that we've passed before
Alone

Million. Hundred. Thousand people
Stones. People. Cement
Stone. Pebbles. Thousand beetles
Raging. Fear. Torment
Fear. Thousand People
Stone. People. Relent

I wonder why do we pair up
Just to unpair or switch pairs
I wonder who cares and who prays
For a better fate
I wonder how often do I have to swear
So they stare
I wonder how lonely will I get
And how scared
Our stories collide
When we're torn apart
You're all the same
And I think I'm done here
You can't come back
When I lose my track
I can always count on
Fear

Of the herd
Or the pack
When we shout

Of the herd
Or the pack
Or the band
When we shout
Of the herd
Or the pack
Or the band
When we shout
Of the herd
Or the pack
Or the band
When we shout