The
satellites are raining down
On the international room
There´s
nothing secret, nothing scared anymore
All the soldiers of the
world are turning history around
They´re with me now,
they´re breaking down the door
One mother´s
daughter has seen her brothers
Taken to the shadowlands
Now
she´s waiting for six soldiers to return
And another
mother´s daughter´s down on channel 21
Where she´s
opened up her life to let it burn
And the company say, give us
more of these
Big songs of hope and cheer
Hits and hooks and
riffs that shine as new
As the refugees come in, live and dying,
miles across the snow
And there´s nothing that this stunning
world can do
The satellites are raining down
On a Sunday
afternoon
She´s opened for the world to take it all
Where
we face our sweetest demons in the hands of flesh and love
She´s
aching at the stations of the fall
Pictures in a room
I
can´t take in anymore
Have I awakened to a strange
land
Pictures in a room
Somebody help me please
´Cause
I can´t sing the paeans of hope in a torn world
Von Calum und Rory Macdonald / Bruce Guthro
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