Sacred lives emotions been washed away like mud.
You don't want my devotion;
You'd rather be washed in blood.
Can we turn away from this open anger?
Can it all betray?
Can't you feel the danger to the miracle of life.
Sing when open hearts are calling,
Shout with open eyes (To the miracle of life)
Far below the deepest treasure
To the miracle of life
Living in times of luster, waiting for the flood.
We don't agree with your concepts;
You'd rather be washed in blood.
Is it any wonder? (In my lifetime)
Cold depth of blue water...
Is it any wonder? (In my lifetime)
Rising tide to slaughter...
Sing when open hearts are calling,
Shout with open eyes (To the miracle of life)
Far below your deepest pleasure
To the miracle of life
Pacifica...Indian...Atlantica...Antarctica
