Momentum

I can hear several thousand feet

Marching from the cold into the heat

The colourless, heartless, spineless one per cent

Will see their riches were not heaven sent

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

I think it’s called hope

I think it’s called hope

All colours but blue cut from our lives

Societal surgery with ideological knives

So many seeing red, shouting and seething

But I can feel a change from no hope to believing

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

I think it’s called hope

I think it’s called hope

Listen out for those who are losing their voice

They’re being taken to a future not of their choice

Every generation must fight the same fight

I can feel that mine is just about to take flight

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

I think it’s called hope

I think it’s called hope