Underneath the rubble of war.
You may not have seen it, but some have sworn,
they found peace.
What we're seeing has no shame.
The chosen ones are left fanning the flames,
of freedom.

And then they tell us...
Nothings goin' on
Nothings goin' on
Concerning you or me.

There are those who think with sleeping pills.
Like being awake is being ill.
Hey you know it, they'll find sleep.
You're lips were moving there, in your sleep.
You were drowning somewhere deep,
in that world of secrets.

And then you tell me...
Nothings goin' on
Nothings goin' on
Concerning you or me.

So many believing in their own lies.
Let 'em go around a second time,
and take it with them.
You catch 'em studying the art of stealth.
The plots just thicken as they store the wealth.
Who're they kidding?

When we catch 'em saying...

Nothings goin' on
Nothings goin' on
Concerning you or me.
Nothings goin' on
Nothings goin' on
Concerning you or me.

Words and Music by Paul Kitchen
From the album And We Dream
© 1992 Self Conscious Music. All Rights Reserved.