Make no mistakes, my voice is clear

And though it may be a subtle threat: Mayflower, swing low, because your love has such few regrets

We cannot distinguish all of the world

So celebrate and sing along

It is a gift

It's where I belong

Straight down and to the east, I place my hands out in front of me

We are ALL the crowd

To the crowd be blessed

I swear I won't let you choke

You give me nothing but rest and a loving hand

I belong to the war

I belong to your side

I can't hold my breath but I swear I think this is the start

That's the nature of the beast

If we have nothing left but death, it is a clear but subtle threat

"The south is where I lay my sword and the stage is where my heart will rest."

WE are the crowd