(Clarke / Bell)
We go waiting for the stars
To come showering down
From Moscow to Mars
Universe falling down

You've got look real hard
There's a fiery star hidden out there somewhere
Not the satellite of love but a laser shooting out it's shiny tongue there

God is love, god is war
TV preacher tell me more
Lord redeem me, am I pure?
Pure as pure as heaven
Sent you money, sent you flowers
Could worship you for hours
In whose hands are we anyway?

Go waiting for the stars
To come showering down
From Moscow to Mars
Universe falling down

You've got look real hard
Is it in your heart? Yeah it's in there somewhere
The power wrapped in your palm, show it to me, hit them with your wrath and thunder

What's your pleasure? Tell it to me
How did you know? Show your beauty
In you somewhere, somewhere in me
Pure as pure as heaven
Sent you money, sent you flowers
Could worship you for hours
In whose hands are we anyway?
Yee-hah

Rolling along through a rose-coloured glow
The city looks pretty in pink
Armageddon is here

Did you ever have a lover leave you for another
And take your love and kisses for granted?
Never to discover war is not the answer, leave you only disenchanted

God is love, god is war (God is love, god is war)
TV preacher tell me more (God is pure as pure as heaven)
Father help me, am I pure?
Pure as pure as geaven
Sent you money, sent you flowers (God is love, god is war)
Could worship you for hours (God is pure as pure as heaven)
In whose hands are we anyway?

Go waiting for the stars
To come showering down
From Moscow to Mars
Universe falling down