Verse 1

We woke to the smell of something burning far away

Two hundred thousand moving, leaving what they made

The ministers are stepping down, the prosecutors fall

We built these rooms for justice — who is left to call?

Chorus

We counted the cost, we counted the cost

In bodies and borders and everything lost

The smoke clears enough to see the numbers again

We counted the cost, and we count it in men

Verse 2

Somewhere an exhibition turned to rubble overnight

Somewhere a road in the West Bank cracked beneath the weight of right and right

The powerful take swipes at those who write it down

And the cockroach protest ended — one small minister left town

Chorus

We counted the cost, we counted the cost

In bodies and borders and everything lost

The smoke clears enough to see the numbers again

We counted the cost, and we count it in men

Bridge

This is Sunday — the week has not begun

And already the ground is scorched, already the damage done

We are not numb, we are precise

We know the price, we know the price

We've known the price of this for years

Chorus

We counted the cost, we counted the cost

In bodies and borders and everything lost

The smoke won't lie about what the numbers say

We counted the cost at the end of the day

Outro

We count it still

We count it still

Instrumental Outro

How did it make you feel?

A new song arrives tomorrow.