We Call We - Diafanes

The world goes round 
It travels miles and miles 
It takes a while 
but gets back to the same old ground 

Everything you do 
will one day come back to you 
After travelling miles and miles 
somewhere, somehow 

True or not that's what I like to believe 
This is the kind of justice I want to breathe 

So fair, so innocent and so confortable 
You'll be judged by the hammer of the gods 

You will see 
that there isn't "me" nor "you" 
There's only something 
that we call "we"