Of the suffering forming clouds on our feelings
Could the wars be in our heads
Could our children be safe in their beds
Oh, where will I be when I wake up?
Oh, will I be reurning home
Or to the questions burning a hole in my heart that is turning to stone
When I wake up
Where will I return?
Could this be our punishment?
The floods and fires, the bombs and liars
For our Mother's discontent
Could production be a slave?
To the devil on a full rampage
Oh where will I be when I wake up?
Oh, will I be reurning home
Or to the questions burning a hole in my heart that is turning to stone
When I wake up
Where will I return?
Where will I return?
Oh, will I be reurning home
Or to the questions burning a hole in my heart that is turning to stone
When I wake up
Where will I return?