By umberto tozzi
As sung by howard jones
I've never been more lonely
The night is closing in
I wish for monday morning and the people of the town to heal me
Opening themselves
Like flowers to a cruel sun
Going thru the motions
With no chance to show their deep emotion
Chorus
When they sing and cry
When they live and die
Can't we see other people, those people are us
Angels live inside
Vultures try to hide
In the mirrors we see other people are us
The walls are falling down with the breath of an idea
See allah in the church and jesus in the mosque
Our world is turning
Heros leave behind miles (minds?) of prejudice
Cowards try to hold the easiness of our division
As sung by howard jones
I've never been more lonely
The night is closing in
I wish for monday morning and the people of the town to heal me
Opening themselves
Like flowers to a cruel sun
Going thru the motions
With no chance to show their deep emotion
Chorus
When they sing and cry
When they live and die
Can't we see other people, those people are us
Angels live inside
Vultures try to hide
In the mirrors we see other people are us
The walls are falling down with the breath of an idea
See allah in the church and jesus in the mosque
Our world is turning
Heros leave behind miles (minds?) of prejudice
Cowards try to hold the easiness of our division
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