A sense of place, a sense of waste, don't know how this can be The silence that envelops me whispers something subtly Exhale and change the atmosphere They've left a trace of their fear
[Chorus:] How could something like this have happened in a place like this? Such mindless violence The surroundings hold their secrets How could something like this have happened in a place like this? A new day is here, but there's a trace of yesterday
Here the trees can speak in voices weak that suggest a tale of pain Of tears shed in the pouring rain But at that they halt their sad refrain Look up at the vault of starts and the calming harvest moon A witness to the unspeakable, and easily repeatable Cry out to change the atmosphere Some kind of presence is here
Red wine spilled on the carpet; we can clean it up Tracks left on the beach that the tides wash away Footprints dug deep in the snow; they'll melt away But what can wash the stain away from this place? A new day is here There are traces of yesterday This place is stained; what will it take to wash them away?