STAR
(by V.Clarke & A.Bell 1989)
We go waiting for the stars
To come showering down
From Moscow to Mars
Universe falling down
You got to look real hard
There's a fiery star
Hidden out there somewhere
Not the satellite of love
But a laser
Shooting out its shiny tongue there
God is love,God is war
TV preacher tell me more
Father help me,am I pure?
As pure,as pure a heaven
Sent you money,sent you flowers
I could worship you for hours
In whose hands are we anyway?
You got to look real hard
Is it in your heart?
Yeh,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 he know?
Show your beauty
In you somewhere,somewhere in me
Pure,as pure as heaven
Sent you money,sent you flowers
I could worship you for hours
In whose hands are we anyway?
Yeeha
Rolling alone 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