Blind Leading The Blind - Mumford & Sons

My generation’s stuck in the mirror

«Forget about the poor, 'cause I don’t like the word»

I need to know the name of my neighbor

I am not known if I’m not seen or heard

And I am afraid of that which I do not know

So why don’t I just ask your fucking name?

Justice just gets buried in a white light

I heard there was a time you’d call it shame

So put your hands in mine tonight

And I will be here

When you’re crying out tonight

I will be here

Your cynicism buys me no more time here

Imagine my relief to hit the walls

Running from the weight of ancient labels

And leaving what identity there was

Well, my generation’s stuck in the mirror

«Forget about the poor, 'cause I don’t like the word»

And I need to know the name of my neighbor

I am not known if I’m not seen or heard

So put your hands in mine tonight

And I will be here

When you’re crying out tonight

I will be here

Let’s raise our hands for a moment

And leave it all behind

Don’t be afraid for a moment

The blind leading the blind

So put your hands in mine tonight

And I will be here

When you’re crying out tonight

I will be here