Once we were born in a selfaholic selfish life
Out in a world of dust and dark
We dim the light that light our ride
God made paintings in the shape of skins
Analysed no more that ‘a by Van Gogh’
Off we go and
Killing killing lives
Better run, take it down
Better run than to ruin another life
I can’t run
I can’t run here
Better run
Build up a wall in the Middle East
Break down the knowledge of fifty years
Off we go and
Killing killing lives
Better run, take it down
Better run than to ruin another life
I can’t run
I can’t run here
Better run
Than to burn here
A million faces that see through me
A billion places and I can’t be seen
Take a train or a plain whatever
That takes you far away
Shake your blame; drink the rain
Or whatever that eases your pain
I can’t run
I’ve gone away into the sky
x Yvon
