The still and silence
is torn with violence.
A loud breaking sound
in the night is made.
Hear it grow, hear it fade.
The sound you're hearing,
the sound you're fearing
is the hate that parades
up and down our streets,
coming within bounds and within reach.
Now, inside the place we hide away,
we hear it near and hope it turns away.
Turn away
There's something seething in the air we're breathing.
We learn slash and burn is the method to use.
Set a flame, burn it new.
We're overpowered.
We kneel, we cower,
we cover our heads.
Feel the threat of blows
that will ocme and the damage
that will be done in its wake.
Now, inside this place we hide away,
we hear it near although it's miles away.
We hear it near and hope it turns away.
Turn away
This house divided, we live inside it.
Hate's dwelling place is
behind our door in fitful nights.
Hear it walk the floor and hear it rave
as it moans and drags along its ball and chain,
as it moves through this house it can't escape.
Now inside this place we hide away.
We hear it near and hope it turns away.
Turn away
An August day in the hills of Spain, a pair of children emerged from a cave.
The strangest sight there alone they stood,
with skin of green and words no one had heard.
The girl was stronger, the boy was weak,
with her new mother she learned to speak.
And wove a tale of a dying sun, they had left darkness,
a dark world come undone.
They travelled so far. Believing they came from a star.
She fell through life, through time, through parallel lives.
The men of science, the men of fame, the men of letters tried to explain:
Was it parallel worlds or a twist of time to make her
think she'd fallen from the sky?
A whirlwind spun them all alone, took them from their twilight home.
Believing they came from a star.
