white clouds cover the whole of the earth
concorde flies through the skies to the states
but this is the age of invisible dawn
and the man from the government says show me a sign
the mood of the moment says have a good time
through stench and starvation
there's flies on the skeletons
as i draw my latest breath
amazing things are done on earth
and the masters of flattery colour the trees
the king of humanity sleeps in despair
walking out in the morning with hands in the air
rumours of cease-fire inherit the streets
this is the war of the pure and the meek
as i draw my latest breath
amazing things are done on earth
these days are overgrown in truth
under the sun that's nothing new
till the blooms turn to doubt
till the angels come home
as i draw my latest breath
amazing things are done on earth