| Bombs Away |
| It was a day or so ago I saw him run into the night. And on his face, more than a trace of wild fear in the eye. He was haunted by a tragic dream of people in death machines. And he did not know which side he was on, and he hated being in between. Bombs away, bombs away. Sign of the times -- watch where you're going. Bombs away, bombs away. What will you do -- see you if I free you. Bombs away, bombs away. Into the night -- feel the fear. Bombs away, bombs away. Do you know your left from your right? He's tired of the lies, he's tired of the truth. They never give him what they say. He's tired of the fight, he's tired of the truce, the blackmail of judgement day. He believes in a magic wave that rolls on the sea of time, that can touch every single human soul if they could recognize it when it came, too late. Bombs away, bombs away. Sign of the times -- watch where you're going. Bombs away, bombs away. What will you do -- see you if I free you. Bombs away, bombs away. Into the night -- feel the fear. Bombs away, bombs away. Do you know your left from your right? |