Из альбома: A Question Of Balance
How is it we are here, on this path we walk,
In this world of pointless fear, filled with empty talk,
Descending from the ape as scientist-priests all think,
Will they save us in the end, we're trembling on the brink.
Men's mighty mine-machines digging in the ground,
Stealing rare minerals where they can be found.
Concrete caves with iron doors bury it again,
While a starving frightened world fills the sea with grain.
Her love is like a fire burning inside,
Her love is so much higher it can't be denied,
She sends us her glory, it's always been there,
Her love's all around us, it's there for you and me to share.
Men's mighty mine machines...