Computer Eyes
crying in the rain of falling bombs
Father he is young but deep and wise
You see the fighter inside his eyes
Hold me cover my sight
This is no paradise
Don´t show me
the evil sides of the world
Chorus:
How many hours and how many days
love is just slipping away
How many seasons and how many years
in tears
How many centuries and how many lives
in fear
People selling flowers like nothing´s going on
turning their backs on a world gone wrong
Children play around I guess they found
Firestorm
[Music by: P. Wagner, M. Schmidt, Lyrics by: P. Wagner]
This place, home for all generations, never's been to small
when all life worked hand in hand
the centuries passed one by one
without changing the circumstances
that we needed to be there
Like a firestorm
when all home dies and fear is born
to feed the firestorm
Like a firestorm
that burns the ground you're standing on
we'll feed the firestorm
And then - slowly but surely -
explorers and inventors stepped into
the system they didn't understand
that's when the trouble began
and when the time marched on
they had learned how to destroy
Like a firestorm...
The end of the story is: nothing's impossible
and that's what we're afraid of
apocalyptic signs, our homestead stands in flames
guess we missed the lesson modesty
Like a firestorm...