From the fields of the burning wheat
to the corners of the black arcades
we hold our hopes like cigarettes
then we leave them dying in the grass
the road [bad word] out
we’ve seen it over our shoulder
With everything thing we (did??)
fields of flowers
(barbed wired??) towers
they’re in recession
with everything we (said??)
freedom faded
like voices ringing
I feel it drifting away
when you raise your head
and you fall down to your knees
while you wait for Him (/her???)
 [bad word] fast as we can
down the street with no end

last night I had a dream
we were floating in the sea
with flags all around
but now the colours have washed out
they were not innocent or free
and your bombers ride in the shotgun sky
they all turned into lights
spread like stars across the trembling black night
they’re calling you now
make a sign of the southern cross

and I will follow you (???)
tears of wonder
rolling thunder off in the distance
with everything we (did???)
freedom faded
like voices ringing
I feel it drifting away

while you raise your head
and you fall down to your knees
do you feel ashamed?
 [bad word] fast as we can
down the street with no end

take me home
 [bad word] as fast as you can
because there’s no place to turn
on the street with no end
bombs blast and bells ringing
flags flying and we all keep on marching to heaven
find out we all fall down again