If he is watching still
I´d feel ashamed
What would he think of us?
So cold and mean

And cold´s not what he was
Nor full of bitter thoughts
None that I could see
Nor kept from me

Let a world go by
What a shame
Is there none left to try to save?

Oh, does nothing change?
Only objects alter
All those high class games at the altar
What´s inside is nothing, what a waste

[Trumpet Interlude]

In a world full of pain
Why add to it?

When there´s none left to blame
You gotta face up to it

Oh, does nothing change?
Only objects alter
All those high class games at the altar
What´s inside is nothing, what a waste

Stumbling down a street
Tied at two left feet
Those days so far away
What would he say?

That we´ve no patience now
We´ve gone too far
And it only takes a spark
To start a war

Oh
Oh