Take me under, take me under your wing

Crack of thunder as the wild bird sings

You can hear her hunger crying outA sonic echo that leaves no room for doubt

Call the shots

Bring it back to what it′s not

Make a move

Do what we do

As the world cries tears in our hands

Are we all part of a bigger plan?

Call the shots, bring it back to what it's not

Deepest oceans, they can′t portray enough

Empty spaces turn to rust and dust

There's no wonder left for us to love

No warmth or shelter, just satellites above

Call the shots

Bring it back to what it's not

Make a move

Do what we do

As the world cries tears in our hands

Are we all part of a bigger plan?

Call the shots, bring it back to what it′s not