No no attention to the writing on the wall
the works seens empty
'cause there's nothing there at all
We let the wise man beat the drums too soon
We work just children of the moon
No one to turn on
nowhere to run to even if we could
Too late to save us but try to understand
The seas were empty there was hunger in the land
We let the blind man lead the way too long
easy to see where we went wrong
Nothing to live for
nothing to die for
We're lost in the middle of a hopless world
lost in a middle of a hopeless world
Children children of the moon watch the world go by
Children children of the world
are hiding from the sun and the sky
Children children of the moon watch it all go by
Chjildren children of the world
are blinded by the light in their eyes
No one to turn on
nowhere to run to even if we could
Follow the pilgrim to the temple of the dawn
The alda's empty and the sacrifice is gone
We let the madman write the golden blues
We were no more than mortal fools
Nothing to live for
nothing to die for..
