Ghostwriters
All Becomes Clear
I feel the wind across my faceI see a proud man fall from graceI've heard this battle's worth the bloodI see chariots of dustI see a mighty army fallA million immigrants step ashoreWith simple songs of hopeNot simple songs of warIt all becomes clear from up hereI can hear my words returningWe are nothing more than passengers hereVoice of velvet, hands of steelInside the dens of buccaneersThey say, "Beware a bomber's moon"From the River Jordan to the seaWe blast away the earth, the crustWhile collar boom, blue collar bustI see wheat fields full of fireFree men become hostages mustIt all becomes clear from up hereI can hear my words returningSongtexteWe are nothing more than passengers hereThe gods are all emergingIt all becomes clear from up hereWe've less to lose than we imaginedWe are nothing more than passengers here
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