Call the Shots

Take me under, take me under your wing
 Crack of thunder as the wild bird sings
 You can hear her hunger crying out
 A 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