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 streets like dreams and gasoline

The things we wanna be, are scattered in the streets

And if we're coming clean, we seem to know we're incomplete

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

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

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

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

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