They hate the drops of morning dew And take away our humble smiles They hide in me, they hide in you And they come out to riots Their words are guns and bayonets Which spear and tear our spirit They have those dry and filthy hands They're near but you can't feel it They seek the ways to hide away From the eye that always follows And like they say, a yesterday Worths more then two tomorrows
Their gaze sets fire to gasoline And their hearts can't doubt They play for no one to win They want the sun to fade out They seek the ways to hide away From the eye that always follows And like they say, a yesterday Worths more then two tomorrows