Album: Patience (2004)
It is like a conversation, where no-one stops to breathe
Is it my imagination, or did God already leave the table?
Such destruction, & pure white castles in the sand
No time for introduction
With all that money changing hands
And the satellite says, Take a look at all we´ve
But the old man says,
You want my family, for your liberty
I cannot do that.
Look into the eyes of any patient man
Whether they be amber, green or blue,
Theres a piece of God staring back at you
But they see our children, & the old folk fend for themselves
They see our broken women
On imaginary shelves
But the satellite says, Won´t you people look at all we´ve?
Don´t you want it?
Can´t you see the things that you lack?
Children in his arms, he turns his back.
George Michael Ringtones