You destroyed What I Adored We should have Kept it It could have Been restored It Could have been Many things Is This What You Call Change Look at me Not The floor I hate your taste From the centre To the shore You stuck A knife In our side Is This What You Call Change As I breathe your deadly wind As the oil in the river sends Everything that's alive To a painful end I was In the forest It was August Come September My whole world was Sawdust The poison Is moving Is This What You Call Change