On the day the wall came down
The Ship of Fools had finally run aground
Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight

I dreamed you had left my side
No warmth, not even pride remained
And even thought you needed me
It was dear that I could not do a thing for you

Now life devalves day by day
As friend and neighbours turn away
And there's a change that, even with regred, cannot be undone

Now forntiers shift like desert sands
While nations wash their bloodied hands
Of loyalty, of history, in shades of grey

I woke to the sound of druns
The music played, the morning sun streamed in
I turned and I looked you
And all but the bitter residue slipped away ...
slipped away