The light pours out of me
From a distance I can see
That the world lies quiet
There’s no denying
We’ve been gone too far
Wasteland all around
But we felt save and sound
To act like gods
Like imperious conquistadors
Don’t you see
All our violence floating down like leaves in the rain
Don’t you see
We’ve been walking this world for much too long
Now it’s our turn to fall
After the war
We’re still as pure as the driven snow
After the war
The world is burning and they watch in silence
After the war
Still we pretend it’s all about defence
After the war
After the war
What have we done? What have we become?
After the war
We’ve been marching to the sound of their drum
After the war
Only heat and dust as far as I can see
After the war
All the lies you told were true
Now they’re firing back at you
It’s all been take, take, take
Cause you don’t mind and we don’t bloody care
The damage has been done
We’re wondering where’s the sun
For one last time
We’re holding hands
And look into our eyes
In my dreams
I still see us walking, together we stand
But I awake as our existence’s bound to fall
We’re facing the wall
After the war
Stay away it’s all contaminated
After the war
Can’t you take me with you somewhere
After the war
The bugle sounds as a black rain’s falling down
After the war
After the war
Can you hear me? Can you hear me calling?
After the war
Will we see another daylight dawning?
After the war
It’s all over on a Sunday morning
After the war
After the war
Something’s waiting in the night outside there
After the war
The lurker in the dark comes crawling
After the war
In the gutter there are bodies without names
After the war
After the war
Is there anybody out here listening?
After the war
The radio and the TV’s silent
After the war
Where are you, my love, I’m calling…
After the war
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Ir atsirado "pažinotojas", sakantis, kad Smith'as vienvaldis, o solidaraus teisių pasiskirstymo pavyzdžiu pateikdamas Bitlus, kas yra, nu būkim teisingi, nesąmonė. Bitluose solidarumo bene niekada nebuvo, dėl to ta grupė ir iširo.
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Kiek ji pazistu, CURE gitaristas ir dainikas Robertas Smitas ten vienvaldys kaip koks Lemmy ar Ozzy grupeje ir tie visi kiti bosistai, klavisininkai ar bugnininkai nera taip solidariai pasiskirste teisem i daina kaip grupej Moody Blues ar Beatles.
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