The satellites are raining down   On the international room   There's nothing secret, nothing sacred anymore   All the soldiers of the world are turning history around   They're with me now, they're breaking down the door      One mother's daughter has seen her brothers   Taken to the shadowlands   Now she's waiting for six soldiers to return   And another mother's daughter 's down on channel 21   Where she's opened up her life to let it burn      And the company say. give us more of these   Big songs of hope and cheer   Hits and hooks and riffs that shine as new   As the refugees come in, live and dying, miles across the snow   And there's nothing that this stunning world can do      The satellites are raining down   On a Sunday afternoon   She's opened for the world to take it all   Where we face our sweetest demons in the hands of flesh and love   She's aching at the stations of the fall      Pictures in a room   I can't take it anymore   Have I awakened to a strange land   Pictures in a room   Somebody help me please   'Cause I can't sing the pains of hope in a torn world