Some things they just never seem close To even hear the sound of the sirens Even when the tragedy comes It happens so fast it makes you lose your breath Forever sleep, it lives in our dreams So close, this mess This is our crisis! Why do we see what we want to see? Why can't we believe this is really happening? Till we're on our knees the burden's crippling Then we can see the destruction That lies right here in every man's way Some things they just never seem real To even feel the shock of a car crash Even when the tragedy comes It hits you so fast, it lays you down to rest Forever sleep, So young, hopes and dreams So close, this mess This is our crisis! This is our crisis!