Face the blue and wish the roof would open up But the arches of commerce have made the sky corrupt Go down Break the code of death for profit, break the guns Break the silence of money, break the greed of unison Go down Maybe someday you'll come back to me Maybe someday you'll come back to me Go down Find the mystical connection, find the dreams Under cynical wreckage, find the winding cuts of stranger Go down Give up Oh yeah Give up Oh yeah Maybe someday you'll come back to me Maybe someday you'll come back to me Go down Oh yeah Oh yeah Maybe someday you'll come back to me Maybe someday you'll come back to me Go down Oh yeah Oh yeah
