An Absurd and Unrealistic Dream of Peace

From the fields of the burning wheat

To the corners of the black arcades

We hold our hands like cigarettes

Then we leave them dying in the grass

The road is running out

We see it over our shoulders with everything we've lost

Fields of flowers, balanced powers

They're in recession with everything we love

Freedom fading like voices ringing

I feel it drifting away

When you raise your head

And you fall down to your knees

While you wait for it

We're running fast as we can

Down a street with no end

Last night I had a dream we were floating in the sea

With flags all around us but now the colors had washed out

They were left innocent and free

And there were bombers riding shotgun in the sky

They all turned into light

And spread like stars across the trembling black night

They're calling you now

So make the sign of the Southern Cross

And I will follow you down

Hills of wonder, rolling thunder

Off in the distance with everything we love

Freedom fading like voices ringing

I feel it drifting away

When you raise your head

And you fall down to your knees

Do you feel ashamed?

We're running fast as we can

Down a street with no end

Take me home

Keep running as fast as you can

Because there's no place to turn

On a street with no end

Still the bombs blast

And the bells ring

And the flags fly

And we all keep on

Marching to heaven

To find out

We all fall down again