The Earth lies sick and silent,
The seas forever still,
And empty skies will realize what no man ever will,
When there are no new beginnings,
And the end is here to stay
Maybe then, too late, we’ll find a way,
To Green peace, no cold-war,
That’s what the Warrior came here for,
Yet still we sell tomorrow.
A shop of conscience sets its sails
Beneath a dying sun,
The winds of time will echo rhymes of journeys not begun,
The blind man saw it coming,
And the deaf could hear its voice,
The righteous man could not understand the choice,
Of Green peace, not cold-war,
That’s what the Warrior came here for,
Yet still we sell tomorrow.
(Solo)
A tear for the present, and another for the past,
And one I’ll save for better times
We hope will come at last,
No don’t misunderstand me, I know it’s not your way,
If Genesis could have known of this
We’d have stayed with Green peace, not cold-war,
That’s what the Warrior came here for,
Yet still we sell tomorrow,
Green peace……