| The earth lies sick and silent |
| The seas forever still |
| And empty skies will realise what no man ever will |
| When there are no new beginnings |
| And the end is here to stay |
| Maybe then, too late, we’ll find a way |
| To green peace, no cold-war |
| That’s what the warrior came here for |
| Yet still we sell tomorrow |
| A shop of conscience sets its sails |
| Beneath a dying sun |
| The winds of time will echo rhymes of journeys not begun |
| The blind man saw it coming |
| And the deaf could hear its voice |
| The righteous man could not understand the choice |
| Of green peace, not cold-war |
| That’s what the warrior came here for |
| Yet still we sell tomorrow |
| A tear for the present, and another for the past |
| And one I’ll save for better times |
| We hope will come at last |
| No don’t misunderstand me, I know it’s not your way |
| If genesis could have known of this |
| We’d have stayed with green peace, not cold-war |
| That’s what the warrior came here for |
| Yet still we sell tomorrow |
| Green peace |