From the fields of the burning wheat   To the corners of the blank arcades   We hold our hands like cigarettes   Then we leave them dying in the grass.      The road is running out.   We see it over our shoulders with everything we've lost:   Fields of flowers, balanced powers,   They're in recession with everything we love.   Freedom fading like voices ringing.   I feel it drifting away.      When you raise your head   And you fall down to your knees,   While you wait for it,   We're running fast as we can   Down a street with no end.      Last night I had a dream that we were floating in the sea   With flags all around but now the colors had washed out.   They were left innocent and free,   And there were bombers riding shotgun in the sky.   They all turned into light and spread like stars   Across the trembling black night.   They're calling you now.   So make the sign of the Southern Cross   And I will follow you down.      Hills of wonder, rolling thunder,   Off in the distance with everything we love.      When you raise your head   And you fall down to your knees,   Do you feel ashamed?   We're running fast as we can   Down a street with no end.   Take me home.      Keep running fast as you can   Because there's no place to turn on a street with no end.      (Still the bombs blast,   And the bells ring,   And flags fly,   And we all keep on   Marching to heaven   To find out we all fall down again.)