Peace

Pochette de l'album Philippe DeBarge.

Paroles

Orange sun, the land beneath it
Happiness it flows like water
Omens of peace for those that seek it
Protected by bright javelins of fire
See them shine, they burn so brightly
See them shine

Beyond the hills, the dead lie sleeping
The whirl like wind through long grass waits them
[???] they soon are [building?]
[Black eyes?] have left, they roll so high above me
I see them burn, they burn so brightly
I see them burn

They’re burning, they’re burning, they’re burning, they’re burning now
They’re burning, they’re burning, they’re burning, they’re burning now

Everyone is trying to break my heart [???]
[???] they won’t leave me alone
[???] and buried on the ground
They won’t leave me

The cities are burning, they’re burning, they’re burning now
The cities are burning, they’re burning, the word is war
The cities are burning, they’re burning, the word is war
The cities are burning, they’re burning, the word is war